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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Nujina Trilaet
AGE: 31
SPECIES: Twi'lek
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Courier - Former Serrenese Navy Pilot
HEIGHT: 170cm / 5'5
WEIGHT: 70kg / 155lbs
SKIN COLOR: Cyan
EYE COLOR: Blue
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It was during the trip to Serenno when Nujina grew more and more interested in how the ship they were riding worked. How they could travel through the eternal night sky into the stars that she had only seen from the ground before. Her Mother didn't exactly welcome the idea of her only Daughter, and child, being so interested in Starships as her husband, having hoped that she would instead try and get a proper education, perhaps become a doctor or something similar.
However, Nujina was completely amazed by the Shuttle that carried them through Hyperspace towards their new home. Once on Serenno and in their new home she wouldn't keep quiet about the flight there. Not only was Serenno nothing like Ryloth, but their way of life drastically changed when they arrived on the Forested world. She had to learn how to speak Basic, the hard way, as the amount of people who knew Twi'leki was extremely limited.
But as she grew up her interest for Space travel did too, longing day after day to return into the liberating void among the stars. As she grew old enough she signed up to become a pilot in the Serrenese Navy. Despite being from a backwater world like Ryloth, she managed to get admitted into the Academy and was then accepted into the Navy as a pilot in starfighter.
Two years later she had begun to prove that the girl from nowhere actually knew how to fly, thanks to her enthusiasm and willingness to strap in and head on out into space. During her time in the Serrenese Navy she saw conflict both against the Jedi Exile and the Traitorous Jedi, who despite Serenno's intention to help the Jedi, had turned on Serenno and declared them an enemy as well. She preferred fighting against the Jedi forces, as she, despite not being a native Seronian, found the Jedi's sudden turn to hostility towards the Republic of Serenno disgusting. At least the hostility between the Exiles and Serenno was understandable, Serenno had tried to help the Jedi but had been stabbed in the back instead.
However, after two more years of participating in various engagements between both the Jedi and the Exiles, Nujina had had enough, she resigned from the Navy, taking her two SP-20 Pistols with her and left the system a few days later. Having managed to get herself into the Core Worlds she picked up a set of Outrider Scout armor and began her new life as a courier. At first it was difficult finding clients, but when she managed to figure out how the 'system' worked, she found out that the amount of work she had available easily quadrupled.
Now, after another few years of running courier errands, she's saved up a bit of credits and is starting to look out for purchasing a ship of her own so that she can take her courier work onto the intergalactic map. So far she has kept her Courier work within the core worlds, but is looking to expand it back out into the Outerrim where she feels like she might belong, but there's still a ways to go until she's back in her own turf,
PERSONALITY
PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■■■■ Slicing | ■■■■■ Survival | ■■■■■ Tracking |
■■■■■ Hunting | ■■■■■ Leadership | ■■■■■ Invest. |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■■■ Blasters | ■■■■■ Rifles | ■■■■■ Misc. |
■■■■■ Demo. | ■■■■■ H2H | ■■■■■ Daggers |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Huttese | ■■■■■ Togruti | ■■■■■ Basic |
■■■■■ Tactics | ■■■■■ Piloting | ■■■■■ Mechanics |
Like others of her species she keeps herself in shape, her work as a Courier preventing her from remaining stationary for too long. Along with growing up on Ryloth for the first few years of her life allowed her to learn how to preserve her strength, which means she can mostly skip out on lunch and only eat dinner without being too hungry afterwards.
Her attention to her own well being also makes her, just like other Twi'lek women, a target for Slavery. And during nights out she's had to 'bury' more people than she's proud of in dumpsters.
As a person she stands tall, not being one to take shit from just anyone without having her own say in the matter. She also stands behind what she says. Personal Honor is something of a bit an iffy subject for her, while she will help out anyone she can she does not want to have her back exposed if she thinks that her temporary employer is going to backstab her the first chance they get, as she's had quite a few of those she can be quite picky about payment options.
LEGACY
EQUIPMENT
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Weapon
— 2x SP-20 Blaster Pistols.
— 80 Shots. (1 Extra magazine per pistol.)
Weapon
— Standard Issue Hunting Knife.
— It's a knife.
Armor
— Standard Issue Navy Pilot Equipment, helmet modified for her lekku.
— Outrider Scout Armor, helmet modified for her lekku.
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Forerunner - 750
MANUFACTURER/AFFILIATION
Who made it? Is this ship affiliated with any faction?
MODEL
Forerunner - F750
CLASS
Anaxes War College System
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ROLE
The Forerunner F750 is a Courier ship, designed to be light and agile in realspace and atmospheric environments as well as being capable of traveling through Hyperspace on its own. Due to its small size it's limited to one person per ship and it cannot carry larger types of Cargo.
COMPOSITION
Material and Material
DIMENSIONS
Length: 9.5M
Wingspan: 13M
Height: 3M ( 5M Grounded )
Weight: 4 Tonnes
CREW
1: Pilot
CARGO CAPACITY
The F750 has a total carry weight of 150 KG (330 lbs).
CONSUMABLES
1 Week. No modifications available to extend operational time.
SPEED/MANEUVERABILITY
105 MGLT Top Speed
85 MGLT Maximum Agility
1 350 KM/h Atmospheric speed.
ARMAMENT
- 4x Laser Cannons
EQUIPMENT
- Hyperspace Engine
- Standard Life-support
- Long Range Real Space Livefeed Communicator
- Intersystem messaging capabilities.
- Polarized Viewports
INTENT
I'm making this ship to act as a base model for my Character's ship which is a slightly tweaked version of this, though mostly cosmetic changes. It is also a cheap option for any character who wants something that's light, fast and is not reliant on other ships to get from system to system. I also think that the XP 55 Design looks futuristic enough to be used in a Star Wars setting. This is not going to be a Starfighter as it lacks the armament and can't take too many sustained hits due to a lack of shields. Instead it's going to be a courier ship meant for those who need a message or item delivered across the Galaxy and don't want, trust or can't use public means to get what they want where they want.DESCRIPTION
A ship is a ship, but what stands out about it? What is it like, what should be known about it?
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AGE: 100
SPECIES: Alien
FACTION: Hutt Cartel
RANK: Bounty Huntress
HEIGHT: 160 cm - 5'2
WEIGHT: 52kg - 114 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Dark Blue
EYE COLOR: Blue
FORCE: Self-trained
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Seemingly having popped up from nowhere, Drama Adik is an up-and-coming Bounty Huntress in the service of the Hutt Cartels. Specializing in swift takedowns with minimal combat she's proved to be quick and stealthy, often coming down from above to pin a target to the ground and disappearing with them seconds later. From her record she seems to be targeting Bounties that are on city worlds, such as Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa and Taris. But she also has a few that are one more rural worlds. One thing that's evident by her record is that she has an surprisingly low amount of shots fired across all bounties, despite carrying two pistols on her person at all times.
While she mostly work for the Hutts, she's been known to do the occasional free-lance job, if the pay is good enough, or it's interesting enough. - Standing at an astonishing height of 160 cm (5'2), she's probably the shortest Human Bounty hunter in service of the Cartel. However being short has its benefits, it allows her to move through a crowd of people basically unnoticed and it means she can move unhindered under more obstacles than others who aren't as short. But, it also has its downsides, the biggest, in her opinion, is that she isn't taken as seriously as others, but that might also be due to her choice of apparel. Opting to wear hoodies and leggings (With knee protection, she learned that the hard way), instead of full on combatsuits which she's seen many Bounty hunters rock.
- As a Person, Drama is quite unlike what her name might imply, she's not a fan of Drama of any form, as it's time spent focusing on that instead of either going after bounties or just running across rooftops, jumping from roof to roof. Being quite the energetic person she easily grows bored with just sitting around, only really staying in one place for longer than an hour to sleep, which she does a lot of when she's really bored. This is one of the major reasons as to why she tries to keep to tracking down bounties in one system, as the travel between systems is the definition of boring.
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JENNEFER
AGE
► 27
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 168
WEIGHT ► 54
EYE COLOR ► Brown
HAIR COLOR ► Black
HOMEWORLD ► Coruscant
GENDER ► Female
FACTION ► Jedi - Formerly, Presumed Dead.
RANK ► Bar Owner
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Trained - Semi
BIOGRAPHY
Born on the streets of lower Coruscant, Jennefer grew up as one of the numerous orphans that ran along the streets,
pick-pocketing and stealing to survive. Or that was until she was found by a Jedi Knight who found out that she was Force Sensitive and brought her to Tython to train at the temple there. Once there she was taught how to control her natural ability in the force, how to wield it as a Weapon and how to use it as a shield. The Jedi knight who had found her was appointed her Master and she studied under him eager to learn how to defend the Galaxy from the Exiles that had turned against the Order.
As she grew older and was sent out alongside her Master into Combat, she found out that she had a knack for stealth, often managing to sneak upon their adversaries and with the help of her master, dispatch them easily.
However, she never reached Knighthood, a few months before she was going to receive her rank of Jedi Knight she stumbled upon two Exiles who was in desperate need for medical attention. Her Master hadn't accompanied her on this mission so she made the call to help them recover, but made sure to take their Lightsabers from them so that she could show to the Order that she had dispatched of the Exiles as she had been asked.
Unbeknownst to her, she had been watched from afar and thus her ascension to Jedi Knight was postponed to a later date. This just made her feel unfairly treated, she had helped two people who would have died and was in no condition of fighting at all, in her eyes they were nothing more than civilians, but the Elders and her Master said that due to her hesitation in taking action towards the Exiles, she would not be granted the rank of Jedi Knight yet.
Feeling resentment growing towards the Jedi Order she fought the emotions back and continued to serve, hoping to reach the rank of Knight as soon as possible, but the setbacks just piled up. Before she knew it, she and her master, along with hundreds of Jedi were sent to Ilum to aid in ending the war once and for all, instead, as she approached the planet to meet her Master on the Surface, tragedy struck.
Her ship and many others were disabled by the blast of the weapon created by the massive Kyber Crystal. Finding herself one of, if not the only survivor on her ship she realized that this was a perfect opportunity to disappear and start over, a life outside of the Order, outside the war. Making her way through the now ghost-like ship she saw bodies resting against equipment everywhere. Knowing that the Jedi apparel of choice, robe and Lightsaber, was infamous everywhere she searched the bodies until she found a woman roughly the same size as her and, rather clumsily, swapped clothes with her, leaving her Lightsaber behind as well as she took one of the many escape pods out into space and onto one of the many ships waiting outside the weapons range.
Having not been Knighted yet or promoted to any other important position, no one on the ship knew who she actually was and she was able to portray a crew-member from her ship.
Assuming that the Exiles and the Jedi were almost completely extinct after the blast, the ship returned to Coruscant where Jennefer took the chance to disappear for a few weeks.
During the weeks where she was underground, she returned to her old area in the Coruscant lower levels, only to be disgusted by it, she re-emerged and after convincing a landlord, she purchased and opened her own Bar naming it Tail Lights. The Bar has been her main focus for the last year, refining it into a place that she's proud to call her own. While she do long for the end of the war between the Jedi and the Exiles, she does not think that she can reveal herself as a Force User in a long time, thus, she has no items or other belongings that connects her to either. The only thing she continuously practices is her meditation and powers such as Force Push, lift and pull, but only in private.
pick-pocketing and stealing to survive. Or that was until she was found by a Jedi Knight who found out that she was Force Sensitive and brought her to Tython to train at the temple there. Once there she was taught how to control her natural ability in the force, how to wield it as a Weapon and how to use it as a shield. The Jedi knight who had found her was appointed her Master and she studied under him eager to learn how to defend the Galaxy from the Exiles that had turned against the Order.
As she grew older and was sent out alongside her Master into Combat, she found out that she had a knack for stealth, often managing to sneak upon their adversaries and with the help of her master, dispatch them easily.
However, she never reached Knighthood, a few months before she was going to receive her rank of Jedi Knight she stumbled upon two Exiles who was in desperate need for medical attention. Her Master hadn't accompanied her on this mission so she made the call to help them recover, but made sure to take their Lightsabers from them so that she could show to the Order that she had dispatched of the Exiles as she had been asked.
Unbeknownst to her, she had been watched from afar and thus her ascension to Jedi Knight was postponed to a later date. This just made her feel unfairly treated, she had helped two people who would have died and was in no condition of fighting at all, in her eyes they were nothing more than civilians, but the Elders and her Master said that due to her hesitation in taking action towards the Exiles, she would not be granted the rank of Jedi Knight yet.
Feeling resentment growing towards the Jedi Order she fought the emotions back and continued to serve, hoping to reach the rank of Knight as soon as possible, but the setbacks just piled up. Before she knew it, she and her master, along with hundreds of Jedi were sent to Ilum to aid in ending the war once and for all, instead, as she approached the planet to meet her Master on the Surface, tragedy struck.
Her ship and many others were disabled by the blast of the weapon created by the massive Kyber Crystal. Finding herself one of, if not the only survivor on her ship she realized that this was a perfect opportunity to disappear and start over, a life outside of the Order, outside the war. Making her way through the now ghost-like ship she saw bodies resting against equipment everywhere. Knowing that the Jedi apparel of choice, robe and Lightsaber, was infamous everywhere she searched the bodies until she found a woman roughly the same size as her and, rather clumsily, swapped clothes with her, leaving her Lightsaber behind as well as she took one of the many escape pods out into space and onto one of the many ships waiting outside the weapons range.
Having not been Knighted yet or promoted to any other important position, no one on the ship knew who she actually was and she was able to portray a crew-member from her ship.
Assuming that the Exiles and the Jedi were almost completely extinct after the blast, the ship returned to Coruscant where Jennefer took the chance to disappear for a few weeks.
During the weeks where she was underground, she returned to her old area in the Coruscant lower levels, only to be disgusted by it, she re-emerged and after convincing a landlord, she purchased and opened her own Bar naming it Tail Lights. The Bar has been her main focus for the last year, refining it into a place that she's proud to call her own. While she do long for the end of the war between the Jedi and the Exiles, she does not think that she can reveal herself as a Force User in a long time, thus, she has no items or other belongings that connects her to either. The only thing she continuously practices is her meditation and powers such as Force Push, lift and pull, but only in private.
Appearance
Standing at an astonishing mediocre height of 1.68 meters, Jennefer is far from what you'd consider tall, unless you belong to one of the shorter species of course. Since her faked death above Ilum she's let her hair grow out freely, curling it to help mask who she once was. Despite being part of the Jedi order, she has managed to keep herself mostly scar free, save for one long, thin cut on the underside of her right arm.
Personality
Having been free from the Jedi order for a year now, her personality has begun to reflect that. She's become more outspoken, free from the shackles of what the Order expected of her. Her stance has become taller, she doesn't bow her head to just anyone and she has realized that she can, if necessary, fight for herself now.
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ESSENTIALS
Physical— 184cm / 6ft
— 80Kg / 176lbs
Personality
— Charming
— Collected
— Persuasive
Age
— 33 Years Old
Proffesion
— Full Time Entertainer.
Force Sensetivity
— Confirmed.
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As calm as the still lakes of Alderaan, as charming as a professional seductress and just as persuasive as the most liked Senator in the Senate, Versiert is certainly a man who has practiced the art of using ones voice to gain advantages in life. Growing up on Hapes meant that he was surrounded by men and women who knew how to talk and use their words as weapons.
It didn't take long for him to pick up on it as well, quickly becoming adept at the art of persuasion. His calm, steady voice of reason has gotten him out of more trouble than he would like to know. Not only that, but his charming personality also worked in his favor as he began to explore the world of music, quickly gaining popularity around his home turf.
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Born as a bastard son of a Jedi Exile who fell in love with a Jedi Knight, Versiert was given up by his birth mother to her most trusted handmaiden. The woman who he came to call Mother. His Birth mother had given his adoptive mother one demand, take him to a world where there wasn't any fighting, so he could grow up outside the internal conflict between the Jedi and the Exiles, and when he was old enough, she would come for him and teach him the ways of the Force.
But, the Handmaiden, a woman named Silca, saw the chance of her life. After leaving the Exile controlled world she was on course for Coruscant, but, instead of traveling to their agreed location, she traveled to Onderon and then took the first ship to Hapes. Once there, his adoptive mother took up a new name, Axtila. Knowing that his birth mother would find her son, Ajuino, easily, she decided to change his name to Versiert.
Versiert grew up on Hapes without ever knowing his Birth parents, as his Mother wanted to keep that information from him. So, whenever he asked who his father was, she said that he was a famous musician who unfortunately had died in a crash before his birth. This inspired him to be more like his father he never had had. As he grew older signs of his lineage began to slowly make an appearance, his force sensitivity obvious to anyone who knew what to look for.
Luckily for Axtila, no one around her seemed to know what to look for in a child to detect Force sensitivity, and as he wasn't running around lifting up speeders or shuttles like they were made out of paper, no one suspected him.
Knowing that eventually something would happen that could compromise their safety, she told him in private what gift he had and taught him how to control it.
As the years passed, she taught him to move things with the force and influence others with subtle nudges of the Force that would go unnoticed if the person in mind wasn't force sensitive as well. He began to try and find ways to use his gift to gain advantages he normally wouldn't be offered, such as getting deals with traders who were known to drive up prices if someone tried to haggle with them.
This also became apparent in his music, as people seemed to be more and more focused on him whenever he went up on stage and began to do his magic, quite literally. Years passed and he continued to do his thing, growing more and more bold in his shows, until he even began to openly use the Force in his acts.
Moving on in his life, he left Hapes behind and traveled off towards various worlds, showing off his act, performing his music and honing his skill. Eventually he came to land a job as one of the lead performers for a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa.
With a job for the Hutts safe in his pocket he got a rather sizable place on the upper reaches of the City, far above the petty crimes that haunted the underworld, but, it wasn't something he escaped completely. And years of training in various marshal arts helped him keep himself safe from most.
As a gift from his Mother on his thirtieth birthday, she gave him an intricate metal cane she said had been his father's. Humbly accepting it he uses it in his acts or as a tool for defense, as a good wack of it to the head can daze or knock out most of those who goes after him.
Using the Force in his acts has had the side-effect of people thinking he's a Jedi or Exile and thus he's had to talk his way out of more situations than he's comfortable with and been in the fair amount of fights from people thinking he has a Lightsaber in his pocket.
Equipment
Black Three-piece Suit — A Black Three-piece suit he uses for finer establishments
Metal Walking Cane — A Metal Cane he uses to enhance his shows, weighs a bit more than the average baseball bat.
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Born on Eshan, Iris had her force sensitivity discovered at a very young age and was thus quickly taken into the Jedi Order so her potential could be reached. Growing up on Jedha was an, interesting experience, to say the least. It was there she was taught how to use the Force, how to wield a Lightsaber and how to be a Jedi. But it was torture to her, she hated every single moment on Jedha. The dry desert heat made her feel suffocated every moment she was awake,
every breath felt like it could set her lungs on fire. So, when the opportunity to leave arose, she took it and left to study on Ilum.
The difference in environment helped her focus, she felt like she could actually train and grow as a student. It was there she began to train with two blades when she was old and proficient enough with a Single blade and it was there she learned how to fight. When she eventually grew old enough to fight the Exiles she gladly participated, eagerly looking forward to each battle, which was a growing concern surrounding her from her Masters.
She began to grow impatient whenever she was back at Ilum, too far from the action for her liking, there were battles to be fought after all and she couldn't fight if she was trapped inside the Jedi Temple all the time. With growing distaste towards her Masters she began to try and find a way of soothing her anger, but found meditation pointless and aggravating, and training didn't give the same thrill it used to. So, when she was out on a Diplomatic mission where she was forced to once again stay behind, lest she cause trouble that'd end in a fight, she met some old Republic Pilots who had served earlier in the war.
After some talking she managed to convince one of them to teach her how to fly and while it wasn't easy at the start, she managed to get a hang of it after a few days. When she was behind the controls of the old ship she felt at peace, almost as if she had just finished a long battle, but without the beating heart or slowly aching limbs. But whenever she left the controls to step down onto the ground she felt the urge to fight slowly crawl back into her.
When the Destruction of Ilum took place, she was already on the verge of leaving the Jedi and joining the Exiles, as her thirst for action had left her feeling shackled by the Jedi beliefs, her anger and frustration having built up over the years she took the chance to jump ship. At the next battle she fought, she was joined by two fellow Jedi Knights and faced two Exiles, striking down the Jedi Knights she ended the surprised Exiles before taking their Lightsabers as trophies and walked towards their ship.
When the Comm-link on the ship rang and asked the former two Exiles for status report, she announced them dead and that she'd be taking their place in the Exile's ranks, where she knew that she would be an welcome addition compared to the two Exiles she had dispatched..
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Faction: Exile
Rank: Exile Apprentice
Sect: Marauder
Species: Echani
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: Trained
Hair Color: Black (Dyed)
Eye Color: Blue
Length: 170 cm (5'5)
Rank: Exile Apprentice
Sect: Marauder
Species: Echani
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: Trained
Hair Color: Black (Dyed)
Eye Color: Blue
Length: 170 cm (5'5)
Apperance:
Iris Adik, being three years older than her Sister, Drama Adik, she more looks like a Cousin rather than a Half-sibling. Sharing the same mother with different Fathers they share some similarities coming from their Mother, such as a rather slender figure and on the shorter side of the straw when it comes to length, although Iris isn't as short as Drama, being 160 cm, instead she stands tall at an astonishing 170 cm (5'5).
Her hair is of similar length although instead of going between varying colors, but Iris' hasn't always been a dark black, rather it's been dyed to look more like her Father's. Add in the various tattoos along her right arm and it's not so obvious that Drama and Iris are sisters.
Attributes:
Having been taken by the Jedi at an early age, she was trained in the Force, taught how to wield it against the Forces of Darkness that threatened the Galaxy. Over the span of her tutelage within the Jedi Order, she learned how to handle two Lightsabers, almost to the point of expertise. However she always found the Force and the meditation parts to be the worst things she could be put through.
Besides honing her blade skills, she found that she could only truly relax if she was on a Ship, either piloting or just riding along, if she was on a ship it was as if she was a different person.
Personality:
During her time in the Jedi, she was a quiet person, often disagreeing with what the Masters thought was the best choice of action and instead suggested more direct tactics, even when dealing with civilians. She's a firm believer of Action first, questions later, believing that if you think too much about a situation, you'll never be in a position where you can get something done.
This lead to frustrations arising between her and her fellow Jedi, often meaning that she was chosen to stay behind so that she couldn't get a chance to mess things up for those who wanted to take it more slow. As a result of this, she learned how to fly. Being left with a lot of free time on her hands she decided the best thing she could do, that wasn't fighting, was to find a way to fly. So, she began taking lessons from a few veterans and eventually became pretty good at it.
When she was flying she realized it took her mind off of things that had troubled her, and probably slowed her fall to the Dark Side. Behind the controls of the ships she flew, she felt liberated, in control of every situation and it made her calm, no matter if she was taking fire or if she was rushing to get to a location on time, she felt calm as a river. However that calmness often disappeared the moment she stepped onto the ground with her blades in hand.
Iris Adik, being three years older than her Sister, Drama Adik, she more looks like a Cousin rather than a Half-sibling. Sharing the same mother with different Fathers they share some similarities coming from their Mother, such as a rather slender figure and on the shorter side of the straw when it comes to length, although Iris isn't as short as Drama, being 160 cm, instead she stands tall at an astonishing 170 cm (5'5).
Her hair is of similar length although instead of going between varying colors, but Iris' hasn't always been a dark black, rather it's been dyed to look more like her Father's. Add in the various tattoos along her right arm and it's not so obvious that Drama and Iris are sisters.
Attributes:
Having been taken by the Jedi at an early age, she was trained in the Force, taught how to wield it against the Forces of Darkness that threatened the Galaxy. Over the span of her tutelage within the Jedi Order, she learned how to handle two Lightsabers, almost to the point of expertise. However she always found the Force and the meditation parts to be the worst things she could be put through.
Besides honing her blade skills, she found that she could only truly relax if she was on a Ship, either piloting or just riding along, if she was on a ship it was as if she was a different person.
Personality:
During her time in the Jedi, she was a quiet person, often disagreeing with what the Masters thought was the best choice of action and instead suggested more direct tactics, even when dealing with civilians. She's a firm believer of Action first, questions later, believing that if you think too much about a situation, you'll never be in a position where you can get something done.
This lead to frustrations arising between her and her fellow Jedi, often meaning that she was chosen to stay behind so that she couldn't get a chance to mess things up for those who wanted to take it more slow. As a result of this, she learned how to fly. Being left with a lot of free time on her hands she decided the best thing she could do, that wasn't fighting, was to find a way to fly. So, she began taking lessons from a few veterans and eventually became pretty good at it.
When she was flying she realized it took her mind off of things that had troubled her, and probably slowed her fall to the Dark Side. Behind the controls of the ships she flew, she felt liberated, in control of every situation and it made her calm, no matter if she was taking fire or if she was rushing to get to a location on time, she felt calm as a river. However that calmness often disappeared the moment she stepped onto the ground with her blades in hand.
Abilities:
[No Skill -> Novice -> Moderate -> Adept -> Expert]
Lightsaber Forms:
Form I- Novice
Form II- Adept
Form III- Novice
Form IV- Adept
Force Abilities:
Telekinesis- Moderate
Force Push/Pull- Moderate
Force Assisted Movement- Moderate
Force Suggestion- Novice
General Skills:
Piloting- Adept
Swordsmanship- Adept
Marksmanship- Moderate
Hand-to-Hand Combat- Adept
Stealth & Espionage- Moderate
Equipment:
Two Curved Lightsaber Hilts, Red Crystals
Comm-link
Durasteel Chestplate
Exile Robes
Civilian Clothing
P-99 Operator Blaster Pistol, 2 Extra Clips
[No Skill -> Novice -> Moderate -> Adept -> Expert]
Lightsaber Forms:
Form I- Novice
Form II- Adept
Form III- Novice
Form IV- Adept
Force Abilities:
Telekinesis- Moderate
Force Push/Pull- Moderate
Force Assisted Movement- Moderate
Force Suggestion- Novice
General Skills:
Piloting- Adept
Swordsmanship- Adept
Marksmanship- Moderate
Hand-to-Hand Combat- Adept
Stealth & Espionage- Moderate
Equipment:
Two Curved Lightsaber Hilts, Red Crystals
Comm-link
Durasteel Chestplate
Exile Robes
Civilian Clothing
P-99 Operator Blaster Pistol, 2 Extra Clips
[fancybox2] Biography:
Born on Eshan, Iris had her force sensitivity discovered at a very young age and was thus quickly taken into the Jedi Order so her potential could be reached. Growing up on Jedha was an, interesting experience, to say the least. It was there she was taught how to use the Force, how to wield a Lightsaber and how to be a Jedi. But it was torture to her, she hated every single moment on Jedha. The dry desert heat made her feel suffocated every moment she was awake,
every breath felt like it could set her lungs on fire. So, when the opportunity to leave arose, she took it and left to study on Ilum.
The difference in environment helped her focus, she felt like she could actually train and grow as a student. It was there she began to train with two blades when she was old and proficient enough with a Single blade and it was there she learned how to fight. When she eventually grew old enough to fight the Exiles she gladly participated, eagerly looking forward to each battle, which was a growing concern surrounding her from her Masters.
She began to grow impatient whenever she was back at Ilum, too far from the action for her liking, there were battles to be fought after all and she couldn't fight if she was trapped inside the Jedi Temple all the time. With growing distaste towards her Masters she began to try and find a way of soothing her anger, but found meditation pointless and aggravating, and training didn't give the same thrill it used to. So, when she was out on a Diplomatic mission where she was forced to once again stay behind, lest she cause trouble that'd end in a fight, she met some old Republic Pilots who had served earlier in the war.
After some talking she managed to convince one of them to teach her how to fly and while it wasn't easy at the start, she managed to get a hang of it after a few days. When she was behind the controls of the old ship she felt at peace, almost as if she had just finished a long battle, but without the beating heart or slowly aching limbs. But whenever she left the controls to step down onto the ground she felt the urge to fight slowly crawl back into her.
When the Destruction of Ilum took place, she was already on the verge of leaving the Jedi and joining the Exiles, as her thirst for action had left her feeling shackled by the Jedi beliefs, her anger and frustration having built up over the years she took the chance to jump ship. At the next battle she fought, she was joined by two fellow Jedi Knights and faced two Exiles, striking down the Jedi Knights she ended the surprised Exiles before taking their Lightsabers as trophies and walked towards their ship.
When the Comm-link on the ship rang and asked the former two Exiles for status report, she announced them dead and that she'd be taking their place in the Exile's ranks, where she knew that she would be an welcome addition compared to the two Exiles she had dispatched..
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- Reaction score
- 573
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Nujina Ttrilaet[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2] Biography:
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- Reaction score
- 573
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Nujina Trilaet[/fancybox4]
Languages:
Huttese: Beginner
Togruti: Adept
Basic: Expert - The Occasional word slips
Twi'lek: Expert - Native
Specialist Skills:
Pilot - Fighter: Expert
Pilot - Freighter: Expert
Mechanical Work: Adept
Tactical Planning: Beginner
[fancybox4=https://i.imgur.com/KNCZEiv.png?1] Biography:
Born on the Twi'lek homeworld of Ryloth, Nujina grew up in a fairly standard way of life. She lived with her two parents, her father being a Pilot, flying a Cargo ship, carrying cargo from ships that were too big to dock on Ryloth but still wanted to trade. Her Mother stayed at home during Nujina's earliest years, taking care of her and making sure she was taught what she needed to know about how to survive on Ryloth. However, they didn't stick around on Ryloth for too long, as when she turned seven, the family moved to the planet of Serenno, as the planet was in general, a whole lot safer than Ryloth.
It was during the trip to Serenno when Nujina grew more and more interested in how the ship they were riding worked. How they could travel through the eternal night sky into the stars that she had only seen from the ground before. Her Mother didn't exactly welcome the idea of her only Daughter, and child, being so interested in Starships as her husband, having hoped that she would instead try and get a proper education, perhaps become a doctor or something similar.
However, Nujina was completely amazed by the Shuttle that carried them through Hyperspace towards their new home. Once on Serenno and in their new home she wouldn't keep quiet about the flight there. Not only was Serenno nothing like Ryloth, but their way of life drastically changed when they arrived on the Forested world. She had to learn how to speak Basic, the hard way, as the amount of people who knew Twi'leki was extremely limited.
But as she grew up her interest for Space travel did too, longing day after day to return into the liberating void among the stars. As she grew old enough she signed up to become a pilot in the Serrenese Navy. Despite being from a backwater world like Ryloth, she managed to get admitted into the Academy and was then accepted into the Navy as a pilot in starfighter.
Two years later she had begun to prove that the girl from nowhere actually knew how to fly, thanks to her enthusiasm and willingness to strap in and head on out into space. During her time in the Serrenese Navy she saw conflict both against the Jedi Exile and the Traitorous Jedi, who despite Serenno's intention to help the Jedi, had turned on Serenno and declared them an enemy as well. She preferred fighting against the Jedi forces, as she, despite not being a native Seronian, found the Jedi's sudden turn to hostility towards the Republic of Serenno disgusting. At least the hostility between the Exiles and Serenno was understandable, Serenno had tried to help the Jedi but had been stabbed in the back instead.
However, after two more years of participating in various engagements between both the Jedi and the Exiles, Nujina had had enough, she resigned from the Navy, taking her two SP-20 Pistols with her and left the system a few days later. Having managed to get herself into the Core Worlds she picked up a set of Outrider Scout armor and began her new life as a courier. At first it was difficult finding clients, but when she managed to figure out how the 'system' worked, she found out that the amount of work she had available easily quadrupled.
Now, after another few years of running courier errands, she's saved up a bit of credits and is starting to look out for purchasing a ship of her own so that she can take her courier work onto the intergalactic map. So far she has kept her Courier work within the core worlds, but is looking to expand it back out into the Outerrim where she feels like she might belong, but there's still a ways to go until she's back in her own turf.
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Faction: Self-employed
Rank: She's the Boss
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Force Sensitive: Negative
Skin Color: Orange
Eye Color: Yellow
Length: 170 - 5'5
Rank: She's the Boss
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Force Sensitive: Negative
Skin Color: Orange
Eye Color: Yellow
Length: 170 - 5'5
Apperance:
Standing at the rather average height of 170 cm, Nujina doesn't exactly stand out in a crowd as someone who might be exceptionally tall or short. It also allows her to reach where she needs to reach and walk under things she have to walk under without worrying about hitting her head or having to climb up onto things.
Attributes:
Like others of her species she keeps herself in shape, her work as a Courier preventing her from remaining stationary for too long. Along with growing up on Ryloth for the first few years of her life allowed her to learn how to preserve her strength, which means she can mostly skip out on lunch and only eat dinner without being too hungry afterwards.
Personality:
Her attention to her own well being also makes her, just like other Twi'lek women, a target for Slavery. And during nights out she's had to 'bury' more people than she's proud of in dumpsters.
As a person she stands tall, not being one to take shit from just anyone without having her own say in the matter. She also stands behind what she says. Personal Honor is something of a bit an iffy subject for her, while she will help out anyone she can she does not want to have her back exposed if she thinks that her temporary employer is going to backstab her the first chance they get, as she's had quite a few of those she can be quite picky about payment options.
Standing at the rather average height of 170 cm, Nujina doesn't exactly stand out in a crowd as someone who might be exceptionally tall or short. It also allows her to reach where she needs to reach and walk under things she have to walk under without worrying about hitting her head or having to climb up onto things.
Attributes:
Like others of her species she keeps herself in shape, her work as a Courier preventing her from remaining stationary for too long. Along with growing up on Ryloth for the first few years of her life allowed her to learn how to preserve her strength, which means she can mostly skip out on lunch and only eat dinner without being too hungry afterwards.
Personality:
Her attention to her own well being also makes her, just like other Twi'lek women, a target for Slavery. And during nights out she's had to 'bury' more people than she's proud of in dumpsters.
As a person she stands tall, not being one to take shit from just anyone without having her own say in the matter. She also stands behind what she says. Personal Honor is something of a bit an iffy subject for her, while she will help out anyone she can she does not want to have her back exposed if she thinks that her temporary employer is going to backstab her the first chance they get, as she's had quite a few of those she can be quite picky about payment options.
General Skills:
Slicing: Moderate
Survival: Moderate
Leadership: Beginner
Tracking: Moderate
Investigation: Adept
Combat Skills:
Blaster Handling: Expert
Rifles: Moderate
Demolition Work: Beginner
Hand-to-hand: Moderate
Daggers: Adept
Equipment:
Item: 2x SP-20 Blaster Pistols.
Item: Standard Issue Navy Pilot Gear, helmet modified for her lekku.
Item: Outrider Scout Armor, helmet modified for her lekku.
Item: Trench Knife
Item: Comm-link
Slicing: Moderate
Survival: Moderate
Leadership: Beginner
Tracking: Moderate
Investigation: Adept
Combat Skills:
Blaster Handling: Expert
Rifles: Moderate
Demolition Work: Beginner
Hand-to-hand: Moderate
Daggers: Adept
Equipment:
Item: 2x SP-20 Blaster Pistols.
Item: Standard Issue Navy Pilot Gear, helmet modified for her lekku.
Item: Outrider Scout Armor, helmet modified for her lekku.
Item: Trench Knife
Item: Comm-link
Languages:
Huttese: Beginner
Togruti: Adept
Basic: Expert - The Occasional word slips
Twi'lek: Expert - Native
Specialist Skills:
Pilot - Fighter: Expert
Pilot - Freighter: Expert
Mechanical Work: Adept
Tactical Planning: Beginner
[fancybox4=https://i.imgur.com/KNCZEiv.png?1] Biography:
Born on the Twi'lek homeworld of Ryloth, Nujina grew up in a fairly standard way of life. She lived with her two parents, her father being a Pilot, flying a Cargo ship, carrying cargo from ships that were too big to dock on Ryloth but still wanted to trade. Her Mother stayed at home during Nujina's earliest years, taking care of her and making sure she was taught what she needed to know about how to survive on Ryloth. However, they didn't stick around on Ryloth for too long, as when she turned seven, the family moved to the planet of Serenno, as the planet was in general, a whole lot safer than Ryloth.
It was during the trip to Serenno when Nujina grew more and more interested in how the ship they were riding worked. How they could travel through the eternal night sky into the stars that she had only seen from the ground before. Her Mother didn't exactly welcome the idea of her only Daughter, and child, being so interested in Starships as her husband, having hoped that she would instead try and get a proper education, perhaps become a doctor or something similar.
However, Nujina was completely amazed by the Shuttle that carried them through Hyperspace towards their new home. Once on Serenno and in their new home she wouldn't keep quiet about the flight there. Not only was Serenno nothing like Ryloth, but their way of life drastically changed when they arrived on the Forested world. She had to learn how to speak Basic, the hard way, as the amount of people who knew Twi'leki was extremely limited.
But as she grew up her interest for Space travel did too, longing day after day to return into the liberating void among the stars. As she grew old enough she signed up to become a pilot in the Serrenese Navy. Despite being from a backwater world like Ryloth, she managed to get admitted into the Academy and was then accepted into the Navy as a pilot in starfighter.
Two years later she had begun to prove that the girl from nowhere actually knew how to fly, thanks to her enthusiasm and willingness to strap in and head on out into space. During her time in the Serrenese Navy she saw conflict both against the Jedi Exile and the Traitorous Jedi, who despite Serenno's intention to help the Jedi, had turned on Serenno and declared them an enemy as well. She preferred fighting against the Jedi forces, as she, despite not being a native Seronian, found the Jedi's sudden turn to hostility towards the Republic of Serenno disgusting. At least the hostility between the Exiles and Serenno was understandable, Serenno had tried to help the Jedi but had been stabbed in the back instead.
However, after two more years of participating in various engagements between both the Jedi and the Exiles, Nujina had had enough, she resigned from the Navy, taking her two SP-20 Pistols with her and left the system a few days later. Having managed to get herself into the Core Worlds she picked up a set of Outrider Scout armor and began her new life as a courier. At first it was difficult finding clients, but when she managed to figure out how the 'system' worked, she found out that the amount of work she had available easily quadrupled.
Now, after another few years of running courier errands, she's saved up a bit of credits and is starting to look out for purchasing a ship of her own so that she can take her courier work onto the intergalactic map. So far she has kept her Courier work within the core worlds, but is looking to expand it back out into the Outerrim where she feels like she might belong, but there's still a ways to go until she's back in her own turf.
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- Reaction score
- 573
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Kalia Merit[/fancybox4]
Languages:
Huttese: Moderate
Basic: Expert - Native
Twi'lek: Adept
Specialist Skills:
Pilot - Fighter: Moderate
Pilot - Freighter: Adept
Mechanical Work: Beginner
Navigational Work: Expert
[fancybox2] Biography:
Born in a land speeder en route to a Pantoran hospital on Pantora, Kalia's life began in a rush and it set the pace for how she as a person was going to be looking at the Galaxy surrounding her. The first few years of her life passed in a blur, she found herself always incapable of sitting still unless she had something to work on. When she was growing up, there was almost always someone who was around to check on her so she didn't go somewhere she shouldn't, and by the age of thirteen, she had already caused the local Law Enforcement to show up seventeen times because she had managed to find herself a way up onto Rooftops she shouldn't been able to get to.
At the age of seventeen she had been placed two times, in a cell and both of them she had managed to get out without detection until she was already gone. THe first time she had been found a few hours later, trying to navigate the Marshes of Pantora without help from an adult or anyone who had been out there. The second time, they never found her.
Having been presumed dead, her parents lives went on as normal, until one day, three years later, she showed up with a new haircut and color. Her once long, silvery hair was now cut short and had a distinct pink look to it. Her parents were infuriated and cast her out. But, she didn't need them, she thought to herself, she had been to the Core without them! After leaving Pantora for the last time, she didn't look back, she didn't consider her family dead, but she didn't consider them family either.
Once she had left Pantora, she began to wander the galaxy, taking the occasional job doing various things for people whom she never caught the name of until she had managed to scrounge up enough Credits to purchase herself her first ship, which has since long been scrapped. However, before it was scrapped, she used it to smuggle various items across the galaxy, only ending up discovered once, which ended with her ship getting scrapped, getting fined and then because of the goods she had been smuggling, been put in a cell on Corellia for a few months.
After all that, she returned to the territory she had become quite familiar with, the Outer Rim, there wasn't a world she hadn't traveled past and she had put her feet on the ground on most of them. But, now, she headed back to Nar Shaddaa. It had become a second home for her, spending most of her time there now that she was without a ship.
But that didn't stop Kalia. Her abiliy to chart hyperlanes had proven invaluable to many people on Nar Shaddaa, giving Kalia a lot of indirect power over the jobs she accepted. But, with this indirect power, a direct feeling of superiority followed and she began to spout snide remarks under her breath to those who argued with her, this all worked out well until a certain Cartel Vigo took offence. A Duros male who she had done business with before, took a comment she had made in passing, about him needing credits from her, quite seriously, and managed to turn those who he considered allies, against Kalia. Forcing her on the run and constantly looking over her shoulders.
She first fled off-world, heading to Nal Hutta then Tatooine before returning to Nar Shaddaa under a different name along with a temporarily different look. But, as she returned, she found her new home razed and under constant surveillance. To give herself some breathing room she left that sector of Nar Shaddaa and headed to somewhere she knew she would blend in. Namely the Strip Club 'Whorin in Chlorin'. Having once had a meeting with a different client there, she knew that everyone who worked there was either naturally blue skinned or painted, which meant that she'd be invisible. Turns out, she wasn't.
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Faction:
Rank: Self-Employed
Species: Pantoran
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: Negative
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Gold
Length: 172 - 5'6
Rank: Self-Employed
Species: Pantoran
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: Negative
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Gold
Length: 172 - 5'6
Apperance:
When looking on Kaila, the first thing that stands out to most people, isn't her bright pink hair, but rather her clear blue skin due to her being a Pantoran. Other than the color of her skin, her Golden facial tattoos and the previously mentioned pink hair were something that was a unique blend to her. Standing at a height of 172 centimeters (5'6) she's considered to be on the taller spectrum of her species, although not by a lot. Her ears weren't left alone either, golden rings sat pierced into the upper parts of both ears along with two pieces dangling in her right from her earlobe.
Attributes:
One thing that made Kalia stand out among her peers, was her ability to think quickly, extremely so. She had proven to be an expert navigator and planner at an early age, her mind running through scenarios of every possible outcome and most of the time, she wasn't wrong. When her wanderlust drove her away from her home, she set out on her own as an explorer as well as a smuggler on the side, however, this would end up with her getting into more sticky situations than she would actually care to admit.
Personality:
As a person, Kaila is generally rather proud of herself, more often than not she looks down upon others and finds herself unable to stop a snarky comment or a lowkey insult regarding one's intelligence. The thing is that she is considered by many to be a genius, one of them being herself. And if you can't keep up with her she might look down upon you. However, while she is more often than not going to look down one someone, she won't prevent herself from sucking up her pride and ask for help when she needs it. She's not stupid after all.
When looking on Kaila, the first thing that stands out to most people, isn't her bright pink hair, but rather her clear blue skin due to her being a Pantoran. Other than the color of her skin, her Golden facial tattoos and the previously mentioned pink hair were something that was a unique blend to her. Standing at a height of 172 centimeters (5'6) she's considered to be on the taller spectrum of her species, although not by a lot. Her ears weren't left alone either, golden rings sat pierced into the upper parts of both ears along with two pieces dangling in her right from her earlobe.
Attributes:
One thing that made Kalia stand out among her peers, was her ability to think quickly, extremely so. She had proven to be an expert navigator and planner at an early age, her mind running through scenarios of every possible outcome and most of the time, she wasn't wrong. When her wanderlust drove her away from her home, she set out on her own as an explorer as well as a smuggler on the side, however, this would end up with her getting into more sticky situations than she would actually care to admit.
Personality:
As a person, Kaila is generally rather proud of herself, more often than not she looks down upon others and finds herself unable to stop a snarky comment or a lowkey insult regarding one's intelligence. The thing is that she is considered by many to be a genius, one of them being herself. And if you can't keep up with her she might look down upon you. However, while she is more often than not going to look down one someone, she won't prevent herself from sucking up her pride and ask for help when she needs it. She's not stupid after all.
General Skills:
Slicing: Moderate
Survival: Expert
Leadership: Beginner
Tracking: Expert
Investigation: Adept
Combat Skills:
Blaster Handling: Moderate
Rifles: None
Demolition Work: Beginner
Hand-to-hand: Beginner
Daggers: Beginner
Equipment:
Item: SP-20 Blaster Pistol.
Item: Non-descript civilian clothing
Item: Outrider Scout Armor, no helmet.
Item: 3x Data Vault
Item: Comm-link
Slicing: Moderate
Survival: Expert
Leadership: Beginner
Tracking: Expert
Investigation: Adept
Combat Skills:
Blaster Handling: Moderate
Rifles: None
Demolition Work: Beginner
Hand-to-hand: Beginner
Daggers: Beginner
Equipment:
Item: SP-20 Blaster Pistol.
Item: Non-descript civilian clothing
Item: Outrider Scout Armor, no helmet.
Item: 3x Data Vault
Item: Comm-link
Languages:
Huttese: Moderate
Basic: Expert - Native
Twi'lek: Adept
Specialist Skills:
Pilot - Fighter: Moderate
Pilot - Freighter: Adept
Mechanical Work: Beginner
Navigational Work: Expert
[fancybox2] Biography:
Born in a land speeder en route to a Pantoran hospital on Pantora, Kalia's life began in a rush and it set the pace for how she as a person was going to be looking at the Galaxy surrounding her. The first few years of her life passed in a blur, she found herself always incapable of sitting still unless she had something to work on. When she was growing up, there was almost always someone who was around to check on her so she didn't go somewhere she shouldn't, and by the age of thirteen, she had already caused the local Law Enforcement to show up seventeen times because she had managed to find herself a way up onto Rooftops she shouldn't been able to get to.
At the age of seventeen she had been placed two times, in a cell and both of them she had managed to get out without detection until she was already gone. THe first time she had been found a few hours later, trying to navigate the Marshes of Pantora without help from an adult or anyone who had been out there. The second time, they never found her.
Having been presumed dead, her parents lives went on as normal, until one day, three years later, she showed up with a new haircut and color. Her once long, silvery hair was now cut short and had a distinct pink look to it. Her parents were infuriated and cast her out. But, she didn't need them, she thought to herself, she had been to the Core without them! After leaving Pantora for the last time, she didn't look back, she didn't consider her family dead, but she didn't consider them family either.
Once she had left Pantora, she began to wander the galaxy, taking the occasional job doing various things for people whom she never caught the name of until she had managed to scrounge up enough Credits to purchase herself her first ship, which has since long been scrapped. However, before it was scrapped, she used it to smuggle various items across the galaxy, only ending up discovered once, which ended with her ship getting scrapped, getting fined and then because of the goods she had been smuggling, been put in a cell on Corellia for a few months.
After all that, she returned to the territory she had become quite familiar with, the Outer Rim, there wasn't a world she hadn't traveled past and she had put her feet on the ground on most of them. But, now, she headed back to Nar Shaddaa. It had become a second home for her, spending most of her time there now that she was without a ship.
But that didn't stop Kalia. Her abiliy to chart hyperlanes had proven invaluable to many people on Nar Shaddaa, giving Kalia a lot of indirect power over the jobs she accepted. But, with this indirect power, a direct feeling of superiority followed and she began to spout snide remarks under her breath to those who argued with her, this all worked out well until a certain Cartel Vigo took offence. A Duros male who she had done business with before, took a comment she had made in passing, about him needing credits from her, quite seriously, and managed to turn those who he considered allies, against Kalia. Forcing her on the run and constantly looking over her shoulders.
She first fled off-world, heading to Nal Hutta then Tatooine before returning to Nar Shaddaa under a different name along with a temporarily different look. But, as she returned, she found her new home razed and under constant surveillance. To give herself some breathing room she left that sector of Nar Shaddaa and headed to somewhere she knew she would blend in. Namely the Strip Club 'Whorin in Chlorin'. Having once had a meeting with a different client there, she knew that everyone who worked there was either naturally blue skinned or painted, which meant that she'd be invisible. Turns out, she wasn't.
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Role-plays:
Relationships:
Last edited:
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2016
- Messages
- 480
- Reaction score
- 573
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Tech 4579 — Tekkie[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2] Biography:
Some say that the galaxy is full of possibilities, you can do whatever you want, no matter who you are. The stars hold endless possibilities for anyone to become someone. Well, that's an idea that Tech-4579, also known as Tekkie, does not believe in. Having been born a slave, Tekkie grew up as a slave on a Mining colony in the eastern reaches of the galaxy, Tekkie never knew personal freedom. From the day she was able to walk on her own she gas been working among the loud machines, oppressive guards and the not so friendly slaves that lived there with her. In what little free time she had she tinkered with broken machinery, trying to take her mind off of her oppressors and the poor living conditions she had been born in to.
At the age of sixteen she was caught trying to steal some tools to work on a badly beaten up droid she had managed to sneak away with, as punishment and to show the other slaves how the current leadership dealt with thieves, they took something from her. Namely her right arm. Her arm was removed with a sharp blade just by her shoulder and while she was bleeding one of the Lieutenants to the current leader of the operation suggested that since she obviously liked to tinker with droids and other mechanical components, wouldn't it be ironic to force her to fix her own right arm?
Liking the idea, the leader of the group sent her off to the medbay to have the basics for a shoulder implant set up, and while the operation was a quickone, it was far from painless. When she woke up the next day, having passed out from the pain, she was greeted with a grin that made her want to throw up. The Near-human Lieutenant who had suggested that she fixed her own arm had woken her up and dropped a box full of metal scraps by her small bunk bed before leaving her to her own with the message that she had a week to get something going or she'd be working with one arm.
Two days were wasted because she couldn't get herself out of the bed, weeping day and night, barely eating the rations the kinder slaves were so kind to provide her with. However, as the third day came she sat up for the first time and looked at the box of scraps. He had at least been kind enough to leave her with the connectors she'd eventually need.
As the week came to a close she had managed to build the crudest looking arm one had ever seen. It consisted of two metal rods, connected to each other by a joint at the middle along with some simple hydraulics which allowed her to move her arm up-and-down, out from her side and back-and-forward, but, not much else. She hadn't been able to figure out how to build a hand nor did she know if it'd work. But, she made due with what she had.
However, working with a barely functioning arm wasn't something that helped her productive capabilities and she found herself repairing it more than actually using it, meaning that her overall productiveness went down and so did her food rations as a result. When she turned nineteen a new slave was brought to the colony, someone who had experience with cybernetics. The older man pitied her and promised to help her improve what she had managed to build up with only one arm. However, it came at a price. When the two had finally built her a third arm, one that could replace the one she had built, he expressed that he wanted her to pay him for his help or he'd just scrap the arm and she'd be back to where she was when he showed up. Though what she thought he had wanted, being extra food rations, wasn't what he was after. Instead forcing himself upon her he withheld he arm for a week, using her as he saw fit for the week before finally giving her what she had helped build.
The abuse continued for a year, though with breaks of a few weeks at a time until one day she saw an opportunity. She had heard from other slaves that a group of slaves were planning on escaping, and that the man who had abused her for a year was going to escape with them. Feeling a sense of determination she had never felt before she saved every ration she could, preparing for the day the escape was going to take place.
When the day eventually came she could practically taste the tension in the air among the slaves, it kept her on her toes and when the alarm rang and the klaxons blared loudly through out the compound, she took the one shot she had. Running along with the other slaves towards the hangar she spotted her abuser, running up to him she shoved the older man into a piece of machinery still working, watching as he fell face first into the automatic stamping machine. She didn't wait around however and instead ran for the hangar, arriving with a group of stragglers who were gunned down by laser fire as she jumped to grab hold of the boarding ramp as the ship began to ascend from the ground.
Once the ramp was shut and the ship had made it into hyperspace, she felt relaxed. Her mind was running at speeds twice of that of the ship but she had never felt this relaxed before. Cheers could be heard through out the ship and she joined them in the festivities that took place as they traveled away from their old lives as slaves to a new life as free people.
Six years later she's working as a freelance mechanic, though mostly jumping around Nar Shaddaa, as people don't tend to ask too many questions there to get their ship fixed or have a piece of equipment altered nor do they ask questions as to why their mechanic is missing an arm.
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Faction: Independent
Rank: Civilian
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: N/A
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Length: 176cm
Rank: Civilian
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: N/A
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Length: 176cm
Apperance: Being of average height and weight Tekkie has few properties about her that stand out, well, save for the metal arm which has replaced her right arm. However, she goes to some lengths to avoid it being openly visible as it's quite a defining feature. Wearing overalls or leather jackets with some extra padding in the right arm she can keep her hands gloved and from a glance, no one can tell that she's lacking one arm, though the ruse falls quickly to someone who is looking closely or if her glove were to fall off.
Attributes: While Tekkie isn't the strongest, fastest or most durable person in the galaxy, having been raised a slave has made her tougher than most people, being able to work on less hours of sleep and less food than others as that's what her body is accustomed to.
Personality: Having lived as a slave for the majority of her life and gained her freedom through somewhat unconventional means, Tekkie isn't one to to fully trust someone, preferring to keep everyone at an arm's length where she can judge them and decide whether she trusts them or not. When it comes to small talk, she's normally one to try and keep quiet, as keeping quiet means less chance of her tongue slipping up and she revealing something to the wrong person that could end up with a trip back to her old 'home' which she isn't too keen on visiting anytime soon.
If one were to get close enough to Tekkie where she feels that she can talk to them without risking going back to the slave colony, one will find someone who is going to be loyal for a very long time, or until they start dabbling with slavery, in which case she's gone faster than a Twi'lek with your wallet at a bar.
Attributes: While Tekkie isn't the strongest, fastest or most durable person in the galaxy, having been raised a slave has made her tougher than most people, being able to work on less hours of sleep and less food than others as that's what her body is accustomed to.
Personality: Having lived as a slave for the majority of her life and gained her freedom through somewhat unconventional means, Tekkie isn't one to to fully trust someone, preferring to keep everyone at an arm's length where she can judge them and decide whether she trusts them or not. When it comes to small talk, she's normally one to try and keep quiet, as keeping quiet means less chance of her tongue slipping up and she revealing something to the wrong person that could end up with a trip back to her old 'home' which she isn't too keen on visiting anytime soon.
If one were to get close enough to Tekkie where she feels that she can talk to them without risking going back to the slave colony, one will find someone who is going to be loyal for a very long time, or until they start dabbling with slavery, in which case she's gone faster than a Twi'lek with your wallet at a bar.
Abilities:
No Skill
Novice
Moderate
Adept
Expert
General Skills:
Mechanical Work: Expert
Slicing: Adept
Melee: Moderate
Piloting: No Skill
Communication: Expert
Equipment:
Item: 4C - Blaster Pistol - For personal defense.
Item: Standard Mechanics clothing
Item: Tool belt
Item: Comlink
Item: Datapad
No Skill
Novice
Moderate
Adept
Expert
General Skills:
Mechanical Work: Expert
Slicing: Adept
Melee: Moderate
Piloting: No Skill
Communication: Expert
Equipment:
Item: 4C - Blaster Pistol - For personal defense.
Item: Standard Mechanics clothing
Item: Tool belt
Item: Comlink
Item: Datapad
[fancybox2] Biography:
Some say that the galaxy is full of possibilities, you can do whatever you want, no matter who you are. The stars hold endless possibilities for anyone to become someone. Well, that's an idea that Tech-4579, also known as Tekkie, does not believe in. Having been born a slave, Tekkie grew up as a slave on a Mining colony in the eastern reaches of the galaxy, Tekkie never knew personal freedom. From the day she was able to walk on her own she gas been working among the loud machines, oppressive guards and the not so friendly slaves that lived there with her. In what little free time she had she tinkered with broken machinery, trying to take her mind off of her oppressors and the poor living conditions she had been born in to.
At the age of sixteen she was caught trying to steal some tools to work on a badly beaten up droid she had managed to sneak away with, as punishment and to show the other slaves how the current leadership dealt with thieves, they took something from her. Namely her right arm. Her arm was removed with a sharp blade just by her shoulder and while she was bleeding one of the Lieutenants to the current leader of the operation suggested that since she obviously liked to tinker with droids and other mechanical components, wouldn't it be ironic to force her to fix her own right arm?
Liking the idea, the leader of the group sent her off to the medbay to have the basics for a shoulder implant set up, and while the operation was a quickone, it was far from painless. When she woke up the next day, having passed out from the pain, she was greeted with a grin that made her want to throw up. The Near-human Lieutenant who had suggested that she fixed her own arm had woken her up and dropped a box full of metal scraps by her small bunk bed before leaving her to her own with the message that she had a week to get something going or she'd be working with one arm.
Two days were wasted because she couldn't get herself out of the bed, weeping day and night, barely eating the rations the kinder slaves were so kind to provide her with. However, as the third day came she sat up for the first time and looked at the box of scraps. He had at least been kind enough to leave her with the connectors she'd eventually need.
As the week came to a close she had managed to build the crudest looking arm one had ever seen. It consisted of two metal rods, connected to each other by a joint at the middle along with some simple hydraulics which allowed her to move her arm up-and-down, out from her side and back-and-forward, but, not much else. She hadn't been able to figure out how to build a hand nor did she know if it'd work. But, she made due with what she had.
However, working with a barely functioning arm wasn't something that helped her productive capabilities and she found herself repairing it more than actually using it, meaning that her overall productiveness went down and so did her food rations as a result. When she turned nineteen a new slave was brought to the colony, someone who had experience with cybernetics. The older man pitied her and promised to help her improve what she had managed to build up with only one arm. However, it came at a price. When the two had finally built her a third arm, one that could replace the one she had built, he expressed that he wanted her to pay him for his help or he'd just scrap the arm and she'd be back to where she was when he showed up. Though what she thought he had wanted, being extra food rations, wasn't what he was after. Instead forcing himself upon her he withheld he arm for a week, using her as he saw fit for the week before finally giving her what she had helped build.
The abuse continued for a year, though with breaks of a few weeks at a time until one day she saw an opportunity. She had heard from other slaves that a group of slaves were planning on escaping, and that the man who had abused her for a year was going to escape with them. Feeling a sense of determination she had never felt before she saved every ration she could, preparing for the day the escape was going to take place.
When the day eventually came she could practically taste the tension in the air among the slaves, it kept her on her toes and when the alarm rang and the klaxons blared loudly through out the compound, she took the one shot she had. Running along with the other slaves towards the hangar she spotted her abuser, running up to him she shoved the older man into a piece of machinery still working, watching as he fell face first into the automatic stamping machine. She didn't wait around however and instead ran for the hangar, arriving with a group of stragglers who were gunned down by laser fire as she jumped to grab hold of the boarding ramp as the ship began to ascend from the ground.
Once the ramp was shut and the ship had made it into hyperspace, she felt relaxed. Her mind was running at speeds twice of that of the ship but she had never felt this relaxed before. Cheers could be heard through out the ship and she joined them in the festivities that took place as they traveled away from their old lives as slaves to a new life as free people.
Six years later she's working as a freelance mechanic, though mostly jumping around Nar Shaddaa, as people don't tend to ask too many questions there to get their ship fixed or have a piece of equipment altered nor do they ask questions as to why their mechanic is missing an arm.
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Liliana Tiraen[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2] Biography: Born to a pair of low life parents, Liliana did not have a bright future ahead of her. Her father being a small time criminal and her mother, well, she was something else. Growing up Liliana didn't have it easy, her parents constantly being on the run from law enforcement and gangs that her father owed credits meant that for the first six years of her life all she knew was running and running and running. Until one day, they had managed to find a place where they didn't have to run and accordingly to her father “Could lay low for a while.” However that while didn't last so long as just two weeks after settling in to the run down home, the gang that had been hunting her father broke down the door after an anonymous tip.
Liliana had managed to hide beneath the floorboards but her parents hadn't been as lucky, after several shots from blasters had silenced the neighborhood, the gang members left. Liliana lay beneath the floorboards for what felt like ages but was in fact minutes before the sound of sirens filled the air. The police arrived and began a thorough search of the house and, thanks to Liliana's sniveling, found the orphaned child in her hiding spot.
From that moment, her future had changed from becoming a drug addict like her parents to something different, something better.
She was taken in by the officers who had found her, given a shower and her first proper meal in her life before she was sent to an orphanage where she would spend four years. On her tenth birthday she was adopted by two men who already had adopted from the same orphanage before.
Liliana was brought to their home on Empress Teta, there they introduced her to her new brothers, a Twi'lek who probably were a few years older than her and a Togruta who was just a year older. So, she was the youngest of the three but that didn't remain for long as another sister was brought to the house, this time a human like her.
It took them all some time to get used to each other but soon enough they were playing and talking to each other as if they actually were siblings.
By the time she had turned twenty one she had been accepted to one of the finest schools on Coruscant as well as learned fluent Twi'leki, or as fluent as she could without Lekku and the same went for Togruti.
At the age of twenty seven she graduated at the top of her class, being one of the five top students out of a class of a hundred students. When she then returned to her home on Empress Teta she worked briefly as a lawyer before setting her eyes upon the political scene, with the intent of running for Senator when the next election came up, seeing as Serena Valtome had just taken the position after running against her own mentor. But, barely a year had passed before the tragic news of her death shook Empress Teta and in the wake of the tragedy came another election, seeing her moment, she reached for it, and won.
She hadn't expected to win, especially not against the late Serena Valtome's mentor who had opted to run once more, but she had managed to win and it was far from being a landslide victory, being one of the closest elections in generations but, there she was. Liliana Tiraen, Junior Senator of Empress Teta, it was a mouthful but she didn't mind it. Now she's looking to pick up where Serena's term had ended.
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Faction: The Republic
Rank: Junior Senator
Species: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: N/A
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: blue
Length: 173 cm
Rank: Junior Senator
Species: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: N/A
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: blue
Length: 173 cm
Apperance: At a first glance Liliana doesn't seem to be one who has spent most of her life in luxury. Her hair no matter what she does has a messy look to it, though she has learned to live with it after nothing seemed to work on it, having gone as far as to shave herself almost bald at one point, only to have the messiness return as her hair grew out once more.
When sitting in front of her and talking, there isn't a whole lot that stands out about her, other than the previously mentioned hair, but when she's among others of similar rank or standing it's a lot easier to see why she stands out. Often opting to wear specially tailored suits over more traditional dresses, one might consider her a bit tomboyish looking and perhaps expect an attitude to fit the appearance, but instead it's far from it.
Personality: Liliana is a kind person, someone who has seen the very worst that life can give someone and having been rescued from it has made her humble. She does not take anyone for granted, knowing that more often than not, there's more to someone than what they are willing to show. When it comes to confrontation she's a talker and not a fighter, often preferring to talk things out rather than jump into a fight and so far it has worked surprisingly well.
Though if things aren't solvable with words, she believes a quick show of force can persuade even the most stubborn opponents.
When sitting in front of her and talking, there isn't a whole lot that stands out about her, other than the previously mentioned hair, but when she's among others of similar rank or standing it's a lot easier to see why she stands out. Often opting to wear specially tailored suits over more traditional dresses, one might consider her a bit tomboyish looking and perhaps expect an attitude to fit the appearance, but instead it's far from it.
Personality: Liliana is a kind person, someone who has seen the very worst that life can give someone and having been rescued from it has made her humble. She does not take anyone for granted, knowing that more often than not, there's more to someone than what they are willing to show. When it comes to confrontation she's a talker and not a fighter, often preferring to talk things out rather than jump into a fight and so far it has worked surprisingly well.
Though if things aren't solvable with words, she believes a quick show of force can persuade even the most stubborn opponents.
General Skills:
Togruti: Adept
Twi'leki: Adept
Communications: Expert
Blasters: Novice
Melee: Does flailing wildly count?
Equipment:
Item: 4C Blaster Pistol - For Personal Defense, never seen use.
Item: Encrypted Comlink
Item: Datapad
Item: Smokes and Lighter
Item: Armorweave lined Suits
Assets:
Apartment: A large rather lavish apartment on Empress Teta
Office: Senatorial Office on Empress Teta
Ship: Diplomat-class Shuttle
Togruti: Adept
Twi'leki: Adept
Communications: Expert
Blasters: Novice
Melee: Does flailing wildly count?
Equipment:
Item: 4C Blaster Pistol - For Personal Defense, never seen use.
Item: Encrypted Comlink
Item: Datapad
Item: Smokes and Lighter
Item: Armorweave lined Suits
Assets:
Apartment: A large rather lavish apartment on Empress Teta
Office: Senatorial Office on Empress Teta
Ship: Diplomat-class Shuttle
[fancybox2] Biography: Born to a pair of low life parents, Liliana did not have a bright future ahead of her. Her father being a small time criminal and her mother, well, she was something else. Growing up Liliana didn't have it easy, her parents constantly being on the run from law enforcement and gangs that her father owed credits meant that for the first six years of her life all she knew was running and running and running. Until one day, they had managed to find a place where they didn't have to run and accordingly to her father “Could lay low for a while.” However that while didn't last so long as just two weeks after settling in to the run down home, the gang that had been hunting her father broke down the door after an anonymous tip.
Liliana had managed to hide beneath the floorboards but her parents hadn't been as lucky, after several shots from blasters had silenced the neighborhood, the gang members left. Liliana lay beneath the floorboards for what felt like ages but was in fact minutes before the sound of sirens filled the air. The police arrived and began a thorough search of the house and, thanks to Liliana's sniveling, found the orphaned child in her hiding spot.
From that moment, her future had changed from becoming a drug addict like her parents to something different, something better.
She was taken in by the officers who had found her, given a shower and her first proper meal in her life before she was sent to an orphanage where she would spend four years. On her tenth birthday she was adopted by two men who already had adopted from the same orphanage before.
Liliana was brought to their home on Empress Teta, there they introduced her to her new brothers, a Twi'lek who probably were a few years older than her and a Togruta who was just a year older. So, she was the youngest of the three but that didn't remain for long as another sister was brought to the house, this time a human like her.
It took them all some time to get used to each other but soon enough they were playing and talking to each other as if they actually were siblings.
By the time she had turned twenty one she had been accepted to one of the finest schools on Coruscant as well as learned fluent Twi'leki, or as fluent as she could without Lekku and the same went for Togruti.
At the age of twenty seven she graduated at the top of her class, being one of the five top students out of a class of a hundred students. When she then returned to her home on Empress Teta she worked briefly as a lawyer before setting her eyes upon the political scene, with the intent of running for Senator when the next election came up, seeing as Serena Valtome had just taken the position after running against her own mentor. But, barely a year had passed before the tragic news of her death shook Empress Teta and in the wake of the tragedy came another election, seeing her moment, she reached for it, and won.
She hadn't expected to win, especially not against the late Serena Valtome's mentor who had opted to run once more, but she had managed to win and it was far from being a landslide victory, being one of the closest elections in generations but, there she was. Liliana Tiraen, Junior Senator of Empress Teta, it was a mouthful but she didn't mind it. Now she's looking to pick up where Serena's term had ended.
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PDC-01
AFFILIATION
Republic
MANUFACTURER
Teta Engineering
SIZE
75m Tall, 50m wide base, 50m deep sublevel
WEIGHT
500 000kg (500 Tons)
COMPOSITION
Durasteel body, permacite foundation WEAPON TYPE
Ion Cannon
DAMAGE TYPE
Heavy (Very)
AMMUNITION CAPACITY
2 Shots (Per Post Round)
FIRE SELECTOR
Semi-Automatic
MAX RANGE
Near Space Orbit
DESCRIPTION
The PDC 01 is a planetary defense cannon, capable of striking at ships that have entered the planets gravity well. Its main purpose is to serve as a deterrent towards potential invaders by being capable of knocking ships out of space from the ground. While they are capable weapons and a severe threat against ships who find themselves in their sights, they are defenseless against a ground assault as the cannons themselves have a limited traverse as to not cause too much strain on the foundation if the cannon were to lean too much to one side.Standing below it, it towers 75 meters up into the air from the ground, however, what's not visible to the naked eye is the 50 meter deep structure beneath it. Below the ground the power generator which powers the weapon is housed, safe from orbital assaults and land based attacks, to a degree. Each cannon also houses three levels of crew quarters, meaning that the cannons can be prepared and ready to fire within twenty minutes of the first call to battle stations.
When operating at minimum crew (30) the storage units beneath the surface can provide the crew with supplies for up to two months, and when operating with full crew (150), the storage has to be refilled every two weeks. Though unless at war or under assault the Cannons are always on minimum crew.
LEGALITY
Restricted, very restricted.INTENT
The intent behind this to provide a planetary defense option for worlds who find themselves closer to potential hostile worlds and as a result of the Republic Outlawing the Jedi, I figured that the planets who were closest to Jedi affiliated worlds might want to prepare for a potential attack, though they can also be used on worlds where the Sith or the Hutts are too close for comfort. Upon asking in the Discord about Planetary Defense weaponry, such as the Ion Cannon from The Empire Strkes Back, it was mentioned that there hadn't been any submitted yet. So, here it is, the first Planetary Defense Cannon.ADVANCED TECH
ADVANCED - It's built by a corporation on Empress Teta called Teta Engineering and can't be stolen, though the schematics can be, however building one isn't something that's done before lunch.
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Timenia[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2] Biography: Born as a bastard child to a Serennian Nobleman who could not keep his 'lightsaber' in his pants around his maids, Timenia never got to know her real mother or father as she was sent off immediately at birth to an orphanage off-world as to try and keep the Nobleman's name somewhat clear. Her mother barely even had time to name her before she was taken to an orphanage on Alderaan by an anonymous servant who suffered an accident on the way back.
It took five years for the young Twi'lek to be adopted by an older Alderaanian couple who had recently had their own child move out from their home, so to fill the space now left by their biological son, they adopted a daughter. The difference in upbringing compared to the Orphanage was huge, she was almost immediately put on homeschooling and set on a course to potentially become a senator. Though that was drastically altered at the age of eight where her force sensitivity was discovered, though her adoptive parents opted to keep it hidden and keep her on Alderaan. Though with that knowledge they decided to try and get her to pick up Fencing, which she found a liking to, learning quickly and proving to be a rather worthy opponent, mostly because of the occasional hint from the Force about a strike that she could avoid.
However, at the age of 17 she was seen by a Jedi Knight who visited Alderaan, having seen her work with the Fencing blade he asked to run some tests on her and once her Force Sensitivity was once more brought to light, she was given the choice to join the order, which she chose to accept. Staying with the Jedi Order she trained with them for a total of 6 years and on her 23rd Birthday, she vanished from the temple with her belongings. When she got back to Alderaan she knew that the Jedi order would eventually track her down and sentence her as an Exile, though she didn't sympathize with them nor did she agree with the way of the Jedi.
She managed to hide on Alderaan for three years, staying on her adoptive parents' land, though she knew it was only a matter of time before the Jedi Order came for her. At the age of 26 she was ambushed by a Jedi Knight, roughly her age, and after a lengthy battle she came out the victor, taking the fallen Knight's Lightsaber she once more ran. Sneaking upon a ship she managed to hitch rides until she reached the outer rim, though this time she had returned to Serenno unwittingly and from there she made her way to the newly formed Sith Empire, a place she had heard accepted those the Jedi hunted.
There, she was given a new rank and welcomed as a sister by the Twi'lek who met her. She swore an oath of loyalty to the Empire and the Empress and set upon honing her abilities, though she still feel a bit out of place, even after having been there for a few months now.
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Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Sith Knight
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: Trained
Skin Color: White
Eye Color: Orange
Length: 180 cm
Rank: Sith Knight
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: Trained
Skin Color: White
Eye Color: Orange
Length: 180 cm
Abilities:
[No Skill -> Novice -> Moderate -> Adept -> Expert]
Lightsaber Forms:
Form I: Adept
Form II: Expert
Form III: Moderate
Form IV: Novice
Force Abilities:
Force Choke
Force Push
Force Jump
General Skills:
Fencing: Expert
Flying: Adept
Drinking: Expert
Equipment:
Lightsaber: 2 - Red Blades, grips modified to a baton style.
Comlink
4C Blaster Pistol: 1
[No Skill -> Novice -> Moderate -> Adept -> Expert]
Lightsaber Forms:
Form I: Adept
Form II: Expert
Form III: Moderate
Form IV: Novice
Force Abilities:
Force Choke
Force Push
Force Jump
General Skills:
Fencing: Expert
Flying: Adept
Drinking: Expert
Equipment:
Lightsaber: 2 - Red Blades, grips modified to a baton style.
Comlink
4C Blaster Pistol: 1
[fancybox2] Biography: Born as a bastard child to a Serennian Nobleman who could not keep his 'lightsaber' in his pants around his maids, Timenia never got to know her real mother or father as she was sent off immediately at birth to an orphanage off-world as to try and keep the Nobleman's name somewhat clear. Her mother barely even had time to name her before she was taken to an orphanage on Alderaan by an anonymous servant who suffered an accident on the way back.
It took five years for the young Twi'lek to be adopted by an older Alderaanian couple who had recently had their own child move out from their home, so to fill the space now left by their biological son, they adopted a daughter. The difference in upbringing compared to the Orphanage was huge, she was almost immediately put on homeschooling and set on a course to potentially become a senator. Though that was drastically altered at the age of eight where her force sensitivity was discovered, though her adoptive parents opted to keep it hidden and keep her on Alderaan. Though with that knowledge they decided to try and get her to pick up Fencing, which she found a liking to, learning quickly and proving to be a rather worthy opponent, mostly because of the occasional hint from the Force about a strike that she could avoid.
However, at the age of 17 she was seen by a Jedi Knight who visited Alderaan, having seen her work with the Fencing blade he asked to run some tests on her and once her Force Sensitivity was once more brought to light, she was given the choice to join the order, which she chose to accept. Staying with the Jedi Order she trained with them for a total of 6 years and on her 23rd Birthday, she vanished from the temple with her belongings. When she got back to Alderaan she knew that the Jedi order would eventually track her down and sentence her as an Exile, though she didn't sympathize with them nor did she agree with the way of the Jedi.
She managed to hide on Alderaan for three years, staying on her adoptive parents' land, though she knew it was only a matter of time before the Jedi Order came for her. At the age of 26 she was ambushed by a Jedi Knight, roughly her age, and after a lengthy battle she came out the victor, taking the fallen Knight's Lightsaber she once more ran. Sneaking upon a ship she managed to hitch rides until she reached the outer rim, though this time she had returned to Serenno unwittingly and from there she made her way to the newly formed Sith Empire, a place she had heard accepted those the Jedi hunted.
There, she was given a new rank and welcomed as a sister by the Twi'lek who met her. She swore an oath of loyalty to the Empire and the Empress and set upon honing her abilities, though she still feel a bit out of place, even after having been there for a few months now.
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