Five Syndicates Vri Nama

[The Captain]

Vri Nama

AGE

► 25​

SPECIES

► Rodian​

HEIGHT

► 1.75 m​

WEIGHT

► 65 kg​

EYE COLOR

► Black​

HAIR COLOR

► Purple​

HOMEWORLD

► Coruscant​

GENDER

► Female​

FACTION

► Son-Tuul Pride​

RANK

► Scoundrel​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► N/A​

BIOGRAPHY

Vri Nama was born on Coruscant's infamous Level 1313, a place where getting mugged and beaten is an expected part of one's daily comute. Gang violence took her father before she was old enough to remember him and addiciton took her mother long after Vri started to resent her. In between both she dropped out of what passed for public school on Level 1313, fell in with a string of flash-in-the-pan street gangs, and developed a taste for dangerous living. Fist fights, illegal swoop racing, alcohol, spice, bad boys, worse girls, if it got her heart racing and her body aching she was all for it.

This cocktail of vicious, brutal living and a budding appreciation for spice led Vri to fall in with the infamous Son-Tuul Pride, a ruthless spice-smuggling gang. While she has enjoyed beating the ever-loving kark out of rival gangs and making a nice stack of credits, Vri is now looking for her next big break in the underworld. Perhaps a chance to crack skulls for her own gain...

PERSONALITY

Vri is about as subtle as a thermal imploder and twice as volatile, being liable to start throwing hands the second she becomes aggravated, or bored. Combined with a hair-trigger temper, a shortage of patience, and a severe allergy to self-restraint, it doesn't take much for Vri to start swinging, stabbing, or shooting. Not that she needs an excuse to act recklessly, as she finds violence, spice, and swinging deeply cathartic.

Thankfully, or maybe unfortunately, Vri is just as energetic when she's in a good mood, as she enjoys wild partying as much as she loves a good brawl. Of course, her definition of "partying" usually involves a good brawl, among other felonies, but she is more pleasant to be around when she's having a good time.

Still, Vri wouldn't be alive right now if she didn't have something rattling around inside her frequently fractured skull. While she might not be book smart, she can be oddly cunning and observant, at least when she's sober, and is markedly more street smart than the average goon. That's not saying much, but still.

SKILLS

A lifetime of getting smacked around and smacking others around has made Vri a lot tougher and stronger than the average Rodian. She's adept at dirty, no-holds-barred street fighting, and can take a beating just as well as she can give one. She's also handy with a blaster pistol or carbine, but she isn't a sharpshooter after 100 meters her accuracy tends to drop off fast.

Vri is remarkably skilled with swoop or speeder bikes and can maintain one well enough, and is getting better at piloting real spaceships. She also has a basic enough understanding of slicing and mechanics to handle civilian encryptions and hijack civilian vehicles. Vri speaks Basic, Huttese, and Rodian fluently, but only reads and understands Binary at a basic level.

POSSESSIONS

• The Trog and her astromech Ball-O
• EE-3 Blaster Carbine and 2 power packs (Cut stuck and scope)
• Power 5 Blaster Pistol and 2 power packs
• 2 Concussion Grenades
• Custom Swoop Racer Suit
• FC-35 Razorfin Swoop Bike with Turbine De-Limiter)
• Comlink
• Purple Paint Airbrush