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Prismere
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Name: "Princess" Aurra Selikus
Alias: Ra
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Force-Sensitive?: Yes
Race: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Weapon(s): Lightsaber, DL-18 Blaster Pistol, Halberd
Starship?: The Aurora II (scout vessel)
Personality: Fierce and stubborn are two words many would describe Aurra as, however, she is quick to anger and has some emotional instability. She doesn't like to pry in other people's business and would rather let them come to her. WIP
History: Aurra was born and raised in a family with four other children on the planet of Corellia. She was the youngest among them and the only one to be force-sensitive. This left her parents keeping her in hiding for the most part from the Jedi. The Selikus family was what you would call crime lords and they owned a good portion of Corellia - three princesses, two princes, and a king and queen made up the "royal" family, along with distant relatives. They wanted a monarchy again and so they wished to rule Corellia. Until Order 66 came into play and they had to escape the planet for their daughter's sake.
At just the age of two, she began showing clear signs that she was force-sensitive. It was apparent she was strong in the force but that is not what her parents had wanted for her. Her parents discouraged the behavior of using anything to do with the force and she was reprimanded accordingly when she was found using the force. Aurra wanted to become a Jedi, it was her dream.
When not practicing what she could in private, Aurra was always found at the Selikus private line of starships. She was fascinated with flying and her eldest brother was the one who taught her how to fly at such a young age, letting her take flight in secrecy when they could. It was always a fun experience for her and she was quite good at it. Her family was also a maker of starships, not just crime lords. Although they wouldn't call themselves crime lords - rather they'd name themselves royalty even if Corellia was no longer a monarchy. They still viewed themselves as such.
It wasn't until she was nine that she found the Jedi who would teach her the ways of the force. He would teach her on Corellia and the Jedi Order would be none the wiser as it was not her duty to become another youngling under them. They would not attempt to take her under their wing. For a time, her parents were very against the idea but their youngest daughter pleaded and begged, and eventually Aurra got her way.
His name was Huin Far and he was a togruta. He stated he had sensed her from a far distance and knew he was the one to be her Master and she his Padawan. He taught her a great deal, and soon she was able to create her lightsaber. Huin was unbeknownst even to the Jedi Order for reasons unknown to Aurra for he never spoke of it.
About three years later, Jedis were sent to execution and the Selikus family realized they needed to leave Corellia right as things were safer for them to travel; as soon as that time came, they packed up what they could and left on their decently sized yacht. Huin, however, was nowhere to be found after Order 66.
They traveled to Yavin IV and placed their ship in an exceptionally remote area of the planet. It was there she was raised and practiced her lightsaber skills on her own without a Jedi to train her. It was difficult but she learned exceptionally well. Her mother scrutinized her more openly than her father did. She didn't wish for her child to be killed by the Empire. She was not aware of how the force worked but she knew they could find Aurra.
It was heard that her relatives still living on Corellia were slaughtered after word got out from one of the relatives that they were holding a force-sensitive teenager but their location remained unknown to even them. It was a heartbreaking matter - to think one of their own would betray their family.
It wasn't long after that the Empire found their whereabouts and killed off Aurra's parents and siblings in a bloody battle of blasters. Aurra managed to flee on her scout vessel, the Aurora II - built by her with some help of course. She went into hyperdrive and cried her little heart out.
It was then she found Huin again. They discovered each other through the force on the planet of Tatooine. They spent some time together honing her skills until she was found by the Inquistors, away from Huin at the time. They captured her and tried to sway her to join the Inquisitors as she was strong and could do wonders to assist them in finding those who were force-sensitive. They could tell she was strong as Darth Sidious was the one to find her through the force. Darth Vader carried out the plan to find her, however, she did not bend to their will. She always wanted to be a Jedi and she wasn't about to change her mind for the bloody Imperials who killed her family.
It was Huin Far who would then save her but end up sacrificing himself in the process. And it was at that moment she changed her name to Ra as she fled into hyperdrive.
Miscellaneous: More details of her backstory will be stated in the IC.
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Lord Moldoma
Professional Sweetypie
Name: HK-Ü "Alice"
Alias: Demon Core
Age: 23 (Does not Visibly Age)
Sexuality: Asexual
Personality: A ruthless nanoswarm killing machine designed as an experimental alternative to employing the usage of former Jedi as inquisitors, the HK-Ü thinks mainly of the elimination of their former creators, and has a serious techno-superiority complex. While they will lower themselves to playing the role of a submissive servant, they keep a list of anyone who they’ve had to lower themselves to. And have made a promise to the galaxy that they will be repayed. It is due in part to their AI’s uncontrollable and evolving nature that mass production was abandoned. HK-Ü doesn’t fear anyone, and doesn’t feel any loyalty to a flag or a country. The HK-Ü is a rogue ai of the worst kind, hard to kill, fast learning, and all contained within the inconspicuous false body of a human girl. This is the reason why she was stored away by the empire, she simply could not be controlled, being a stroke of genius that pushed her technology far beyond its time. HK-Ü superficially greets every day with a smile, and speaks in a gleeful tone, even playing up a naive angle, but don’t be fooled, she hates everyone and everything that isn’t her, and hopes to one day absorb enough processing power to become a grey-goo/berserker collective that consumes and assimilates all life. Just now, she has some bones to pick with the empire, and that’s a little bit more achievable than becoming a machine god.
Abilities:
Race: Highly Advanced Hunter Killer Droid
Background: During the inquisitorial phase of the Empire, an experimental alternative to employing the usage of former Jedi as inquisitors was proposed and even went all the way into full prototyping stages. This was "Project HK-Ü, Demon Core" a cybernetic device with a reserve of self-replicating nanoids capable of acting as the ultimate weapon against Jedi. Unfortunately, this was a case of "gone horribly right" and the "Demon Core" was far too effective, becoming nearly impossible to control due to its blatant disrespect towards authority. So, as a security measure, the empire sealed away HK-Ü. Unfortunately, a raid by a group of space outlaws led to the disappearance of what was essentially an eternal sarcophagus for HK-Ü, which was eventually sold into the underground technology market and auctioned off.
Alias: Demon Core
Age: 23 (Does not Visibly Age)
Sexuality: Asexual
Personality: A ruthless nanoswarm killing machine designed as an experimental alternative to employing the usage of former Jedi as inquisitors, the HK-Ü thinks mainly of the elimination of their former creators, and has a serious techno-superiority complex. While they will lower themselves to playing the role of a submissive servant, they keep a list of anyone who they’ve had to lower themselves to. And have made a promise to the galaxy that they will be repayed. It is due in part to their AI’s uncontrollable and evolving nature that mass production was abandoned. HK-Ü doesn’t fear anyone, and doesn’t feel any loyalty to a flag or a country. The HK-Ü is a rogue ai of the worst kind, hard to kill, fast learning, and all contained within the inconspicuous false body of a human girl. This is the reason why she was stored away by the empire, she simply could not be controlled, being a stroke of genius that pushed her technology far beyond its time. HK-Ü superficially greets every day with a smile, and speaks in a gleeful tone, even playing up a naive angle, but don’t be fooled, she hates everyone and everything that isn’t her, and hopes to one day absorb enough processing power to become a grey-goo/berserker collective that consumes and assimilates all life. Just now, she has some bones to pick with the empire, and that’s a little bit more achievable than becoming a machine god.
Abilities:
- Increased physical capability: designed to be able to match trained Jedi Masters in combat, HK-Ü is extremely physically capable.
- Feat (Attack Potency/Striking Strength) (On Screen) - Was capable of killing Muga The Hutt with a single strike that possessed enough power to completely splatter the upper portion of Muga's body across the room the two were in. It should be noted that she was not at full power, but she did have the advantage of taking Muga by surprise. It can be assumed that she is significantly stronger at full power, but a lack of current reliable feats makes her physical ability at full power impossible to reliably gauge at the moment.
- Feat (General Physical Ability) (Mentioned) - In the exposition, HK-Ü is explained as confronting a rank of 10 Elite Inquisitors, and 70 Purge Troopers, lead by Sith Lord Darth Elgyr and his protégé sith master Yu’nik. While she did not win this battle, she did leave Elgyr with minor injuries, Yu’nik fatally wounded, killed all but 2 inquisitors, one of whom later died in transit from their injuries and all but 7 purge troopers, all of whom survived initially in an injured state but three of which died in transit. As the battle itself is not detailed, this cannot be used as grounds for a concrete estimate, but considering the skill of the Inquisitorius, and the required ability to become a Sith Lord/Master, this feat should not be understated.
- Enhanced Sensor Array: HK-Ü has full spectrum vision, and high level audial interpreters.
- Extensive combat knowledge: HK-Ü possesses an extensive library of combat knowledge and tactics.
- Evolving AI core: Contrary to the standard of many simpler droids, HK-Ü is actively capable of learning with perfect aptitude. The processing power of this core is consistently growing as time continues, both naturally and due to all of the computer machinery HK-Ü assimilated being decidedly divided at least partially into integration with their main processing unit.
- Assimilation: Beyond this, HK-Ü is capable of integrating and consuming other machinery or raw materials, and integrating them into itself to increase it's arsenal. Though it states that having "too many parts" makes them feel "bloated", which will greatly affect their coordination and capability in combat. This only applies to temporarily absorbed parts, and if a part is “given time to digest” and it’s data fully integrated, not only will they no longer feel “bloated” but they will be able to freely replicate the design of the machine’s mechanisms from their own mass.
- Regeneration: As long as their core survives, they can rebuild themselves using its reserve nano assimilation to gather material to create a new body.
- Technological Parasitism: One of their more gruesome abilities, HK-Ü can, if need be, attach its core to another machine and effectively infect it, using its body as a playground for its own selfish needs. This is especially gruesome whenever it's done on droids who seemingly can think, such as protocol droids.
- Limited Shapechanging: Though unable to replicate the abilities of things she only copied the appearance of, or even change colors, HK-Ü possesses some level of shapechanging, similar to clay or gelatin. Though they are unable to form into multiple masses without rendering the disconnected pieces of their body inoperable until retrieved. She can freely change the consistency of her body from a thin liquid to an extremely hard and dense structure. This shape changing ability is made even more deadly by her high understanding of the mechanics of high power machinery and understanding of the tactical nature of anatomy, and her high creativity.
- Force Identifier Engine: Originally used to find Jedi, either in rebel cells or alone in hiding. The first and only of it's specific variety, It functions as essentially a thaissen crystal based "Black Box" where information from the surroundings can be amplified and applied to one of several hundred crystals simultaneously in order to produce a multitude of outputs based on the photonic disposition of the thaissen crystals. This engine is located in her principle core. It's range is unknown, but is assumed to be significantly greater than a normal force-detector. WOG states that HK-Ü's Force Identifier Engine becomes less accurate at planetary scales, but does not rule out the possiblity of continental/multi-continental scales.
- Electromagnetic Pulses: EMPs and similar weapons are extremely useful against an opponent such as HK-Ü. If powerful enough, they can cause her to fully shut down for up to an hour.
- Magnetism: Inherently vulnerable to magnetism, due to her mechanical construction.
- Mass Limit: HK-Ü possesses a mass limit of how large she herself can become without the usage of a loophole such as technological parasitism. This limit is around the size of a T-47 airspeeder. While she can technically go larger than this, she states that anything higher is a stretch of her abilities and often causes her overall structure to weaken collectively, along with a major sense of disorientation.
- High Temperatures: High temperatures over wide areas, such as those produced by flame cannons, are efficient in dealing far-reaching damage to HK-Ü's body.
- Principle Core: Her AI core can freely move around her body, however, if it is sufficiently damaged, she will be fully dead, unless or until somebody repairs her core. It's roughly the size of a golf-ball and has a blue-green chrome coloration that's hard to miss.
Race: Highly Advanced Hunter Killer Droid
Background: During the inquisitorial phase of the Empire, an experimental alternative to employing the usage of former Jedi as inquisitors was proposed and even went all the way into full prototyping stages. This was "Project HK-Ü, Demon Core" a cybernetic device with a reserve of self-replicating nanoids capable of acting as the ultimate weapon against Jedi. Unfortunately, this was a case of "gone horribly right" and the "Demon Core" was far too effective, becoming nearly impossible to control due to its blatant disrespect towards authority. So, as a security measure, the empire sealed away HK-Ü. Unfortunately, a raid by a group of space outlaws led to the disappearance of what was essentially an eternal sarcophagus for HK-Ü, which was eventually sold into the underground technology market and auctioned off.
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I pull levers
Name: Baxter Lee
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Home Planet: Hearth (corporate sector forgeworld)
Affiliations: His detective firm
Occupation: Private investigator
Skin Color: Toned caucasian
Eye Color: Chestnut
Appearance: Attached Below
Personality/Attitude
Flaws
Force Sensitive: No
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During the reign of the empire, the corporate sector of space was granted numerous liberties. Coruscant remained blind to the treatment of their worker populations and research went uninterrupted by the morally driven committees of old. Of course, these companies were still on the leash of pledging support to the empire, along with keeping their private businesses confined to a corner of the galaxy. With no room to expand, the corporate titans were soon at each other’s throats. Enter the corporate agents, positions that would prove to shape the corporate sector during the empire. They serve their organizations to this day as liaisons, assassins, and spies.
Shortly after Palpatine’s reorganization, companies were scrambling to bolster their ranks of operatives for the projected infighting. Working worlds were scoured for talent, and it was upon the forge world of Hearth that they found a young gunsmith. Named Baxter Lee, he was born a local and put to work at the age of 15. It was at 18 that his father was handicapped in an accident, prompting his family and himself to take on extra shifts to pay for his stay. However, Lee recognized that funds simply weren’t coming in quick enough, and turned to less legitimate ways of ensuring his father remained on world. The regional managers of Hearth were always squabbling, something the young Lee took advantage of. He collected dirt on managers and “reallocated” resources to the departments that would pay for it. The credits came quicker, his family had more peace of mind, and the laborer’s life chugged on. That is, until organic resources paid a visit.
Already apt in stealing material and information, infractions his parent company Amalgaware took note of, he was given a test. If he succeeded in retrieving a rival company’s prototype ship, he’d be trained as a potential agent; if not he’d be incarcerated and his relations fined handsomely. Lee, realizing such a fine would trigger his father’s expulsion from Hearth, took the assignment. He’d arrive at the company’s headworld a month later piloting the vessel. Immediately the young Lee was indoctrinated into Amalgaware’s agency, his record was cleared, and his family was financially compensated for his absence.
Once indoctrinated, Lee spent three years as a junior agent before taking on his own assignments. Throughout his career, he became recognized as an agent who specialized in infiltration while also managing to negotiate higher cuts for himself. Whether money or favors, it always seemed that Agent Lee could come away with the better half of the deal. Like any business, there were a number of executives that didn’t approve of this behavior, and Lee soon found himself negotiating enemies both outside and within Amalgaware.
Outside the sector, war raged. The Alliance and Empire were looking to strike ever greater blows against each other, and the corporate sector seemed like a soft spot. Agents were requested by the Empire, and sent forth by their companies to weed out possible rebellions amongst the workers. Amalgaware was more than happy to secretly review one of their competitors, Geentech. Mainly to have the empire indict the company and then persuade the reigning government to gift them the disbanded company’s assets. It was a manufacturer's dream scheme, so they sent a team of agents (Lee among them) to take care of it.
Unbeknownst to Agent Lee, one of the those he was partnered with was ordered to spy on him. So, when Geentech approached Lee about implanting incriminating evidence with Amalgaware, he was reported as a traitor…despite refusing the offer. Needless to say, Amalgaware was quick to order his termination. Forced to change sides, now fighting off his fellow agents and working for Geentech to gain protection, he unwillingly played a role in developing the rebellion on their headworld of Matra. Forced to disassociate with his family, he would then leave the sector and never return.
Exiting the sector through the Shaltin Tunnels, before linking up with the Perlimian Trade Route, Lee found himself at the galaxy’s core. He’d eventually base himself out of Eufornis Major, an urban world that mirrored coruscant with an art deco twist. Perpetually stuck in its gilded age, with a potential depression always on the horizon, it proved turbulent to those who dared delve deeper than a first glance. Lee again took advantage of a flawed environment, utilizing his skills as an agent to open up his own detective firm. Ironically he now does exactly what he did back on Hearth, snooping and prowling.
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Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Home Planet: Hearth (corporate sector forgeworld)
Affiliations: His detective firm
Occupation: Private investigator
Skin Color: Toned caucasian
Eye Color: Chestnut
Appearance: Attached Below
Personality/Attitude
- Manipulative
- Slow to trust
- Seldom holds a grudge, but brings up the past for favors
- Resourceful
- Macabre Humor
- Deal Maker
- Proud of his service to the corporations, not for doing their bidding, but making it into a corner office after starting from a lowly forgeworld worker
- Buries the guilt of his crimes with his pride and the belief that he had no choice
Flaws
- Obsessive
- Stubborn
- Little Empathy
Force Sensitive: No
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During the reign of the empire, the corporate sector of space was granted numerous liberties. Coruscant remained blind to the treatment of their worker populations and research went uninterrupted by the morally driven committees of old. Of course, these companies were still on the leash of pledging support to the empire, along with keeping their private businesses confined to a corner of the galaxy. With no room to expand, the corporate titans were soon at each other’s throats. Enter the corporate agents, positions that would prove to shape the corporate sector during the empire. They serve their organizations to this day as liaisons, assassins, and spies.
Shortly after Palpatine’s reorganization, companies were scrambling to bolster their ranks of operatives for the projected infighting. Working worlds were scoured for talent, and it was upon the forge world of Hearth that they found a young gunsmith. Named Baxter Lee, he was born a local and put to work at the age of 15. It was at 18 that his father was handicapped in an accident, prompting his family and himself to take on extra shifts to pay for his stay. However, Lee recognized that funds simply weren’t coming in quick enough, and turned to less legitimate ways of ensuring his father remained on world. The regional managers of Hearth were always squabbling, something the young Lee took advantage of. He collected dirt on managers and “reallocated” resources to the departments that would pay for it. The credits came quicker, his family had more peace of mind, and the laborer’s life chugged on. That is, until organic resources paid a visit.
Already apt in stealing material and information, infractions his parent company Amalgaware took note of, he was given a test. If he succeeded in retrieving a rival company’s prototype ship, he’d be trained as a potential agent; if not he’d be incarcerated and his relations fined handsomely. Lee, realizing such a fine would trigger his father’s expulsion from Hearth, took the assignment. He’d arrive at the company’s headworld a month later piloting the vessel. Immediately the young Lee was indoctrinated into Amalgaware’s agency, his record was cleared, and his family was financially compensated for his absence.
Once indoctrinated, Lee spent three years as a junior agent before taking on his own assignments. Throughout his career, he became recognized as an agent who specialized in infiltration while also managing to negotiate higher cuts for himself. Whether money or favors, it always seemed that Agent Lee could come away with the better half of the deal. Like any business, there were a number of executives that didn’t approve of this behavior, and Lee soon found himself negotiating enemies both outside and within Amalgaware.
Outside the sector, war raged. The Alliance and Empire were looking to strike ever greater blows against each other, and the corporate sector seemed like a soft spot. Agents were requested by the Empire, and sent forth by their companies to weed out possible rebellions amongst the workers. Amalgaware was more than happy to secretly review one of their competitors, Geentech. Mainly to have the empire indict the company and then persuade the reigning government to gift them the disbanded company’s assets. It was a manufacturer's dream scheme, so they sent a team of agents (Lee among them) to take care of it.
Unbeknownst to Agent Lee, one of the those he was partnered with was ordered to spy on him. So, when Geentech approached Lee about implanting incriminating evidence with Amalgaware, he was reported as a traitor…despite refusing the offer. Needless to say, Amalgaware was quick to order his termination. Forced to change sides, now fighting off his fellow agents and working for Geentech to gain protection, he unwillingly played a role in developing the rebellion on their headworld of Matra. Forced to disassociate with his family, he would then leave the sector and never return.
Exiting the sector through the Shaltin Tunnels, before linking up with the Perlimian Trade Route, Lee found himself at the galaxy’s core. He’d eventually base himself out of Eufornis Major, an urban world that mirrored coruscant with an art deco twist. Perpetually stuck in its gilded age, with a potential depression always on the horizon, it proved turbulent to those who dared delve deeper than a first glance. Lee again took advantage of a flawed environment, utilizing his skills as an agent to open up his own detective firm. Ironically he now does exactly what he did back on Hearth, snooping and prowling.
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Gear:
- One DL-45 blaster pistol
- One DX-12 scatter blaster
- Shield Gauntlet
- Biotech “Mind Drive”: allows for specific details to be stored on a chip within an implant. They can be accessed later with the chip’s removal or by the person recalling events in their mind. Essentially it’s artificial photographic memory.
- Slicing Gauntlet, worn on his left forearm. Used to jack in to terminals and break encrypted locks or retrieve information.
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Name: Elora Alias: The Last Nightsister Age: 34 Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: Elora is a quiet individual who tends to keep to herself and that was true when she was younger as well. She is traumatized by the loss of her people and tries to hide away from the empire and others not saying ...
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Luck Incarnate
"I get things done how I like. If you want it your way then get yourself a droid."
Age: 27
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Force Sensitive: Yes, but very little
Race: Human
Appearance: Senna stands at an average height of 5'4". Not especially tall but not tiny either. She has short, copper hair thats just below chin-length and with pale blue eyes that are always half-lidded in silent judgment. Her skin is light with a slight golden hue from years traveling under the sun(s). Senna has a slim but firm build; she spent most of her youth doing tough farm work, and before pulling off heists she did small laborous jobs here and there for money. Shes toned and lean, tougher than she looks, but still oh-so feminine...at least physically, underneath modest clothing.
Personality: Bitter and socially evasive, Senna isn't the most approachable of individuals. She doesn't hate people, she just makes them work for her trust. If you get put to the test and turn out ok, then just maybe she'll put her guard down. Highly observant and detail oriented, she has an excellent judge of character and is almost never wrong when it comes to guessing the motives of others. Some might say her senses are borderline supernatural. Favoring gut feeling and instinct over logical reasoning, Senna can seem a little extreme or daring at times, taking bold risks and making spontaneous plans. Somehow, though, she always turns out okay.
Senna is extremely driven, but can be a bit of a sore loser when she doesnt get her way. When her thought out plans go awry shes known to sulk and brood... which her partner finds comical but she absolutely does not agree. Skeptical of others, Senna isnt much of a team player. Too many times has she given benefit-of-the-doubt to a third party for hire, and too many times did they betray her. She trusts very few people, one of them being her close partner, and will take his word over any one elses. He's been a mentor as well as her anchor, and she respects him like no one else. His name is Tyo Ven and he quickly filled in as the brotherly figure in her life after her own brother passed. Aside from him, she has a few business associates that she can vouch for, but none she'd trust with her life. Afterall theres only one thing they have in common -- an incessant need for money. And for the right price she is certain theyd give out her name to anyone that comes asking. Her cynicism can sometimes be a hinderance to some but Tyo can often lighten her spirit. Around him she feels safe enough to lower her guard and give others a glimpse of her true colors. Street smart and a fast learner, shes adaptable and quick witted. Some times you gotta think on the fly when plans start to crumble.
Likes:
-Traveling
-Money
-Bartering
-Persuading
-Tinkering with tech
-Droids
Dislikes:
-Restrictions
-Wealthy people
-Entitlement
-The Empire
-People touching her stuff
-Cold planets/weather
Abilities/Skills:
-"Luck": Senna has an uncanny ability to be right when she listens to her gut feeling and instinct over anything else. What she doesn't know is that its the force sensativity within her. Shes able to think on her feet, make quick maneuvers, make risky decisions that ultimately work out for her. Her partner says shes "always lucky", in reality the tiny voice in her head is just the force giving her the right decisions.
- Excellent Pilot/Driver: Senna is a very good pilot. Tyo hates when she makes bold moves that could put his life at risk but he cant deny she knows her way around a ship or speeder.
- Tech Tinker: Senna is handy with tech and other digital systems. She can hack, reprogram, encode, you name it. Her brain just gets it. What ever you need she'll do it...or die trying.
Equipment: WIP
Background:
A young boy, no older than two years old, was born on a small planet with an equally minuscule population. The legends of Jedi were nothing but a myth, a folk tale that the elders would pass to the children of their small village. They always seemed so full of hope whenever they told the story of how the Jedi brought peace among their people an age ago. No one actually believed the tale, at least not any more. At current state, no one had actually seen a Jedi with their own eyes for centuries, and in this little hamlet they were categorized in the same box as other mythical creatures that some swore they've seen lurking in their imaginations at night.
However, on one fateful summer evening, a mysterious pair of visitors descended into the world's atmosphere in a glimmering ship. They stepped onto the world's surface, cloaks shrouding their bodies in layers of several shades of brown, and silently made their way to a single hut lined in a row betwixt a few others. Strangers were not uncommon here, this planet was small and typically held interest from no one other than neighboring planets that occasionally stopped for trade and barter. However, these two individuals carried a heavy presence, and everyone stopped to stare as they strolled peacefully.
Inside the hut they were greeted by a young couple. The couple held this small boy in their arms as he giggled and babbled, while another child was visibly on the way. The boy went by the name of Kaid. After a very long discussion, and a few tears shed by both parents, the two strangers exited the hut, carrying the 14 month old Kaid in their arms, who had just took his first steps no more than a week ago.
A couple months passed and the second child was born, a girl. Her name was Senna. As Senna grew, the story of her older brother was told to be of an untimely death by illness, a believable story fabricated by the very people who birthed him. When neighbors had the urge to quench their curiosity and inquire, the pair stated that the two strangers were nothing more than off-world doctors who did everything they could for little Kaid. The village, saddened by the news, paid their respects with a funeral and memorial, and after some time he was nothing more than a memory. A brother Senna never met, lived on by the few stories her parents had to share about their young son, even in their short time with him.
Years later, Senna, who grew to be 16, was outside plowing under the heat of four suns, preparing to sew seeds of a new crop. Her father had passed just three years prior, so the only family that remained was her mother, that is, until yet another fateful encounter. A ship landed just on the outskirts of the village's farm fields, almost crash landing with a trail of smoke from its turbines, its outer frame dappled with black burned marks from blasters hitting their target. Signs of chase and conflict. It sputtered and jerked until finally skidding to a halt in the dark, fertile dirt. The ship's doors hissed open, and out ran a very frantic young boy -- sweaty, clothes splattered with blood...but none of it his own. He went door to door in search of...something, or rather, someone. Senna stopped her work to watch the commotion, and so did her mother beside her soon after. "Jedi...." the older woman muttered, staring wide eyed at the familiar brown get-up that lived in a sore memory from some 16 years ago. She started to usher Senna back into their humble home, an instinctive reaction resulting from their last visit here. Could you blame her? The last time this village laid eyes on a Jedi, albeit unknowingly, she lost a son. She wasn't going to lose another child. Not today. As her mother turned back, following Senna inside, her eyes met the young boy, and the world melted away around her, "Kaid...?" She questioned the accuracy of her vision in her older age, but once she was sure, she called out, voice quivering. "Kaid!"
Senna turned around, confused to hear a name used in such a desperate manner. Curious, she followed her mother back outside, eyes fixed on the young boy who...gave off a strangely kindred aura about him. His presence made Senna's knees shake, she was relieved to see this boy but had no clue as to why. Her ears were ringing, and the voices of her mother exchanging sobs with this stranger were muffled. Her chest felt like it had the weight of a bantha sitting on it. What caught her off guard the most were the overwhelming, involuntary tears that streamed down her face. The boy released his newfound mother's shoulders and turned his attention to his long lost sister in the doorway. "Senna..." he said softly, and had a forlorn look in his eyes. He looked behind him, then around him, then toward the sky, in the same direction that he appeared from, before crossing ground in large strides to grab his sister by the shoulders, "I don't have much time. Infact, I don't have any at all," he started, "But I needed to see you, for the first time and most likely our last..."
"What?" Her eyes darted to her mother then back to his, "What do you mean? Whats--"
"I know. Theres a lot to take in," his breathing was heavy, anxious, and his hands trembled on her arms, "I wish we could've had a proper reunion but..." he paused to swallow and gain the nerve to spit out what he came to say, "Something....something terrible is happening. You have to take this," he reached behind him and produced a fine collection of metal, pieced together as the hilt of a light saber, "They're coming for me, this is yours now. Whatever you do, don't let them take it!"
"Wh-what? Who?" Senna looked down at the weapon in his hands, "And I don't want this!" She pushed him away, "I don't even know who you are!" Not officially anyway.
"Senna," He barked impatiently, grabbing her attention. "I know...you know... exactly who I am. I can feel it, and I know you can too, " he stared into her eyes and once again her eyes began to well with tears. "I'm not giving you a choice in this, you might just be our only hope left when I'm gone!"
Gone? Gone where? What is even happening? The piercing hum of tie-fighters broke into proximity and the trio stood as still as corpses as the sound grew closer. With out warning, a large explosion blew the house across from them into nothing but twigs and shrapnel. Then, boom, another one. The home next door. "Go!" Kaid pushed his sister further into the house, running for a back door exit. Dirt and rubble rained on the roof, pitter pattering with every blow the small fleet of tie-fighters released. Once outside, the siblings ran for the tree line some 100+ feet from their exit. A distance that felt to be a mile.
Kaid turned to his younger sister once they met the cover of dense foliage, "You have to take it," he insisted again, panting between words. "Th-they're slaughtering us! I have no one else to turn to. Hurry! Before they find us!"
"Hey you! Stop right there!"
The familiar rasp of a stormtrooper demanded through his respirator. He followed them through the house and was closing in fast. Instinctively, the siblings ran, but in opposite directions. Senna ran as fast as possible, turning ocassionally to see if she was being hunted. When she realized no one was there, she sought refuge behind a large rock amidst a colony of trees. Sweaty. Panicked. Confused. What is happening?
The suns had crossed the skies some distance. A sign of passed time. The explosions nearby had quieted, and Senna felt it was time to return and search for her mother. The village was nothing more than a pile of rubble. Not a single structure remained standing. Families cried over destroyed homes, irreplaceable treasures, and lost lives. The two tie-fighters that were responsible for this despair had landed, right in the center of them all. They had the intention of being seen, to make the Imperial presence known. However, another ship joined between them. Bigger, much more...important looking, intimidating. Two stormtroopers and a sinister looking individual, clad in all black armor, a red light saber in their fist, retreated back to their respective ships. The one in all black dragged the lifeless body of Kaid down the middle road of their village, held by the neck scruff of his robes, his hands dragging in the dirt on either side of him. A large wound on his abdomen was visible, penetrated and cauterized all at once, a wound that can only be the result of an opposing saber. Without a word the deadly trio boarded their ships and left the humble little planet. It was the first time Senna had seen the Empire in action, and the last time she would ever see her brother. And it was enough to know that where ever the Empire traveled, death and destruction was always left in their wake.
The town was left to rebuild with what little they had left. While Senna was out gathering resources, she came across a small cave carved into a mountain side. She had seen it before, as a child, and would often play and wander in. This time how ever it felt as though it had changed. Its presence called to her. Obeying the strange cumpultion to comply, Senna entered the cave and there she found Kaid's saber, along with a note. He explained that the Jedi Order, at some point in time, realized that Senna was force sensitive, but not enough to pique their interest in training her. He went on and expanded on Order 66 and what that meant for him. Why he was being hunted and by whom. He didn't know much, he had only just been promoted from Padawan after all, but knew enough to flee and pass along his greatest treasure -- his light saber. Kaid ended with the hope that his sister would either awaken her link with the force or carry along the little knowledge she now had of Jedis after they had been wiped from existence.
Either way, the burden was a heavy one to bear and rather than seek out her place in all this, and comply with her brother's dying wish, she stowed away the note, took the light saber for safe keeping, and never spoke of it again.
Since then Senna had no allegiance to either side of the eternal war between the Empire and...everyone else. She left her home planet, leaving her mother and previous life behind, and quickly realized just how far the Empire's reach stretched across the galaxy. Living a nomadic, and some would say honorless, life. Fearful she'd cross paths with the Empire again. A glimpse of their wrath and determination was enough to enstill fear and keep her moving.
Life as a high-stakes theif certainly has it's risks, but if done right the rewards are bountiful.
However, on one fateful summer evening, a mysterious pair of visitors descended into the world's atmosphere in a glimmering ship. They stepped onto the world's surface, cloaks shrouding their bodies in layers of several shades of brown, and silently made their way to a single hut lined in a row betwixt a few others. Strangers were not uncommon here, this planet was small and typically held interest from no one other than neighboring planets that occasionally stopped for trade and barter. However, these two individuals carried a heavy presence, and everyone stopped to stare as they strolled peacefully.
Inside the hut they were greeted by a young couple. The couple held this small boy in their arms as he giggled and babbled, while another child was visibly on the way. The boy went by the name of Kaid. After a very long discussion, and a few tears shed by both parents, the two strangers exited the hut, carrying the 14 month old Kaid in their arms, who had just took his first steps no more than a week ago.
A couple months passed and the second child was born, a girl. Her name was Senna. As Senna grew, the story of her older brother was told to be of an untimely death by illness, a believable story fabricated by the very people who birthed him. When neighbors had the urge to quench their curiosity and inquire, the pair stated that the two strangers were nothing more than off-world doctors who did everything they could for little Kaid. The village, saddened by the news, paid their respects with a funeral and memorial, and after some time he was nothing more than a memory. A brother Senna never met, lived on by the few stories her parents had to share about their young son, even in their short time with him.
Years later, Senna, who grew to be 16, was outside plowing under the heat of four suns, preparing to sew seeds of a new crop. Her father had passed just three years prior, so the only family that remained was her mother, that is, until yet another fateful encounter. A ship landed just on the outskirts of the village's farm fields, almost crash landing with a trail of smoke from its turbines, its outer frame dappled with black burned marks from blasters hitting their target. Signs of chase and conflict. It sputtered and jerked until finally skidding to a halt in the dark, fertile dirt. The ship's doors hissed open, and out ran a very frantic young boy -- sweaty, clothes splattered with blood...but none of it his own. He went door to door in search of...something, or rather, someone. Senna stopped her work to watch the commotion, and so did her mother beside her soon after. "Jedi...." the older woman muttered, staring wide eyed at the familiar brown get-up that lived in a sore memory from some 16 years ago. She started to usher Senna back into their humble home, an instinctive reaction resulting from their last visit here. Could you blame her? The last time this village laid eyes on a Jedi, albeit unknowingly, she lost a son. She wasn't going to lose another child. Not today. As her mother turned back, following Senna inside, her eyes met the young boy, and the world melted away around her, "Kaid...?" She questioned the accuracy of her vision in her older age, but once she was sure, she called out, voice quivering. "Kaid!"
Senna turned around, confused to hear a name used in such a desperate manner. Curious, she followed her mother back outside, eyes fixed on the young boy who...gave off a strangely kindred aura about him. His presence made Senna's knees shake, she was relieved to see this boy but had no clue as to why. Her ears were ringing, and the voices of her mother exchanging sobs with this stranger were muffled. Her chest felt like it had the weight of a bantha sitting on it. What caught her off guard the most were the overwhelming, involuntary tears that streamed down her face. The boy released his newfound mother's shoulders and turned his attention to his long lost sister in the doorway. "Senna..." he said softly, and had a forlorn look in his eyes. He looked behind him, then around him, then toward the sky, in the same direction that he appeared from, before crossing ground in large strides to grab his sister by the shoulders, "I don't have much time. Infact, I don't have any at all," he started, "But I needed to see you, for the first time and most likely our last..."
"What?" Her eyes darted to her mother then back to his, "What do you mean? Whats--"
"I know. Theres a lot to take in," his breathing was heavy, anxious, and his hands trembled on her arms, "I wish we could've had a proper reunion but..." he paused to swallow and gain the nerve to spit out what he came to say, "Something....something terrible is happening. You have to take this," he reached behind him and produced a fine collection of metal, pieced together as the hilt of a light saber, "They're coming for me, this is yours now. Whatever you do, don't let them take it!"
"Wh-what? Who?" Senna looked down at the weapon in his hands, "And I don't want this!" She pushed him away, "I don't even know who you are!" Not officially anyway.
"Senna," He barked impatiently, grabbing her attention. "I know...you know... exactly who I am. I can feel it, and I know you can too, " he stared into her eyes and once again her eyes began to well with tears. "I'm not giving you a choice in this, you might just be our only hope left when I'm gone!"
Gone? Gone where? What is even happening? The piercing hum of tie-fighters broke into proximity and the trio stood as still as corpses as the sound grew closer. With out warning, a large explosion blew the house across from them into nothing but twigs and shrapnel. Then, boom, another one. The home next door. "Go!" Kaid pushed his sister further into the house, running for a back door exit. Dirt and rubble rained on the roof, pitter pattering with every blow the small fleet of tie-fighters released. Once outside, the siblings ran for the tree line some 100+ feet from their exit. A distance that felt to be a mile.
Kaid turned to his younger sister once they met the cover of dense foliage, "You have to take it," he insisted again, panting between words. "Th-they're slaughtering us! I have no one else to turn to. Hurry! Before they find us!"
"Hey you! Stop right there!"
The familiar rasp of a stormtrooper demanded through his respirator. He followed them through the house and was closing in fast. Instinctively, the siblings ran, but in opposite directions. Senna ran as fast as possible, turning ocassionally to see if she was being hunted. When she realized no one was there, she sought refuge behind a large rock amidst a colony of trees. Sweaty. Panicked. Confused. What is happening?
The suns had crossed the skies some distance. A sign of passed time. The explosions nearby had quieted, and Senna felt it was time to return and search for her mother. The village was nothing more than a pile of rubble. Not a single structure remained standing. Families cried over destroyed homes, irreplaceable treasures, and lost lives. The two tie-fighters that were responsible for this despair had landed, right in the center of them all. They had the intention of being seen, to make the Imperial presence known. However, another ship joined between them. Bigger, much more...important looking, intimidating. Two stormtroopers and a sinister looking individual, clad in all black armor, a red light saber in their fist, retreated back to their respective ships. The one in all black dragged the lifeless body of Kaid down the middle road of their village, held by the neck scruff of his robes, his hands dragging in the dirt on either side of him. A large wound on his abdomen was visible, penetrated and cauterized all at once, a wound that can only be the result of an opposing saber. Without a word the deadly trio boarded their ships and left the humble little planet. It was the first time Senna had seen the Empire in action, and the last time she would ever see her brother. And it was enough to know that where ever the Empire traveled, death and destruction was always left in their wake.
The town was left to rebuild with what little they had left. While Senna was out gathering resources, she came across a small cave carved into a mountain side. She had seen it before, as a child, and would often play and wander in. This time how ever it felt as though it had changed. Its presence called to her. Obeying the strange cumpultion to comply, Senna entered the cave and there she found Kaid's saber, along with a note. He explained that the Jedi Order, at some point in time, realized that Senna was force sensitive, but not enough to pique their interest in training her. He went on and expanded on Order 66 and what that meant for him. Why he was being hunted and by whom. He didn't know much, he had only just been promoted from Padawan after all, but knew enough to flee and pass along his greatest treasure -- his light saber. Kaid ended with the hope that his sister would either awaken her link with the force or carry along the little knowledge she now had of Jedis after they had been wiped from existence.
Either way, the burden was a heavy one to bear and rather than seek out her place in all this, and comply with her brother's dying wish, she stowed away the note, took the light saber for safe keeping, and never spoke of it again.
Since then Senna had no allegiance to either side of the eternal war between the Empire and...everyone else. She left her home planet, leaving her mother and previous life behind, and quickly realized just how far the Empire's reach stretched across the galaxy. Living a nomadic, and some would say honorless, life. Fearful she'd cross paths with the Empire again. A glimpse of their wrath and determination was enough to enstill fear and keep her moving.
Life as a high-stakes theif certainly has it's risks, but if done right the rewards are bountiful.
Fluffy-Kat
Your future Supreme Overlord :3 <3
Master of Disguise
"I go by many names. I can be anyone you want."
Age: 32
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Force Sensitive: No
Race: Human
Appearance: Just centimeters shy of 6 feet tall, Tyo has broad shoulders, strong hands, and masculine features. Tall and sturdy, its safe to say hes the muscle of the thieving duo. Years of training for underground fights left him with a fit and sound body. A head full of dark hair, usually left a tousled mess, scruffy facial hair, and a charming grin between boyish dimples, he doesn't have to try hard or go far to capture attention...be it solicited or unsolicited. He has a trustworthy and approachable face, unlike his counterpart, Senna.
Personality: Despite choosing to live the life of a criminal, Tyo is quite selfless and considerate of others. He has full control of his temper and will almost never act out in anger. He keeps his wits about him under pressure and has a smooth way of talking himself out of unwanted situations. (For some reason RPN delted most of this section so I'll fix)
Likes:
-Money
-Adventure
-Revelry
-Friendly competition
-Jokes
Dislikes:
-Party poopers/buzz kills
-Losing
-Unsolicited rudeness/attitude
-Killing
-Getting angry
Abilities/Skills:
-Physical Prowess: Along with his fit physique, Tyo is quite agile. He can run long distances, scale walls and other large obstacles, has great physical endurance, and quick reflexes. Tyo has complete control over his motor skills and is well aware of his limits (and weaknesses). He can take a beating just as much as he could give one.
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Equipment: WIP
Background:
Tyo grew up with his aunt and uncle in Coruscant after his mother died during child birth (his, to be exact) and his father left to work for the Empire (not by choice) at an early age. He was raised with proper etiquette, manners, and in a household of abundant wealth. His uncle, a politician of some sort (Tyo didnt care to remember), was a prominent and prosperous man but suffered greatly from a gambling addiction. His aunt was usually too gone in her drink to pay attention to him, though when she did, she was always kind. As Tyo became of age, he made it evidently clear that he held no interest in following the footsteps of his uncle in the ways of diplomacy. So, like most adolescents raised with everything they could ever want, Tyo would spend his free-time seeking the one thing he didn't have... thrill and adventure. An adrenaline junkie, Tyo became an underground fighter, and a pretty good one. Losing was not an option for him, and when he did (which was only 3 times in his unofficial career) he worked harder to win the next one.
During one of his fights, a mysterious visitor sat in a darker corner of the back row. Veiled in a dark blue cloak, Tyo couldnt help but feel like this person was watching him. Most spectators were, but motionlessness of this stranger, paired with the inability to see this person's face under the hood, made him nervous. Still, he did what he did best, and won the match on that night. Tyo's eyes were locked onto this being as the crowd began to dissipate, the stranger remained. The ring was clear now, habited only by Tyo and the eerie figure in the dark. "Hey friend," Tyo began, unraveling the wraps around his palms and knuckles, "Not sure if you got the hint but, uh, the fights over. You should leave," his suggestion came off more as a demand.
The stranger rose, and worked their way down to the center ring. They hopped onto the platform, causing Tyo to take a few steps back. Under the bright spotlights, the stranger pulled off their hood and revealed a head full of firey, copper hair, and an equally firey smirk. Her narrowed eyes traced his body up and down," The name's Senna," she finally met his gaze. Senna pressed her tongue against her cheek and ticked her jaw to the side, "I may have an offer you won't refuse..." she crossed her arms and grinned up at him devilishly.
Tyo cocked an eyebrow, he was never one to deny a woman but here? Now? Tyo's eyes darted from one side of the room to the other before clearing his throat, "Uh, well, we can go somewhere els--"
"Thats not what I meant," she muttered plainly. Senna took two steps closer to him and crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one hip, "How would you like to make a whole lotta money?"
Since then the two have been partners in mischief. Planning, stealing, sneaking. Some scores are bigger than others but they always made sure of one thing: to not bite off more than they could chew. Everything had to be planned carefully. The pair managed to work their way into owning a nice apartment on Coruscant, under different aliases of course, posing as nice, well mannered people. No one even batted an eye. If you look like you were made of money, you were never questioned. Tyo was used to this lifestyle, but Senna needed a little help. She loathed the entitled, fat loth cats that made up the upper class. Disgusted even. Therefore, had no problem stealing from them right under their noses.
The pair made sure to make charitable donations to honest causes and projects, which earned the trust of those around them further. No one wondered where their money came from, they hardly socialized enough to allow that to happen. Their names were only seen on ledgers and lists of donors and were labeled as "altruistic" people. Who would be skeptical of a couple of wealthy adults who gave their hard earned money to a needed cause? Absolutely no one. Not in coruscant. Everyone was too busy kissing ass, or being too involved in government matters. Everyone had their dark secrets, and they were too involved with surpassing eachother to even look their way. They were just names on a paper, from time to time.
Their fabricated life was nothing but a sham, and they were proud of it. Clawing their way to the same level as the snobs, and laughing at them. Eating their food, wearing their clothes, being just as fake as everyone else. The pair coexist in their roles. Hes the infiltrator and the security. Shes the master of recon and swift getaways. Together they form a dangerous duo.
During one of his fights, a mysterious visitor sat in a darker corner of the back row. Veiled in a dark blue cloak, Tyo couldnt help but feel like this person was watching him. Most spectators were, but motionlessness of this stranger, paired with the inability to see this person's face under the hood, made him nervous. Still, he did what he did best, and won the match on that night. Tyo's eyes were locked onto this being as the crowd began to dissipate, the stranger remained. The ring was clear now, habited only by Tyo and the eerie figure in the dark. "Hey friend," Tyo began, unraveling the wraps around his palms and knuckles, "Not sure if you got the hint but, uh, the fights over. You should leave," his suggestion came off more as a demand.
The stranger rose, and worked their way down to the center ring. They hopped onto the platform, causing Tyo to take a few steps back. Under the bright spotlights, the stranger pulled off their hood and revealed a head full of firey, copper hair, and an equally firey smirk. Her narrowed eyes traced his body up and down," The name's Senna," she finally met his gaze. Senna pressed her tongue against her cheek and ticked her jaw to the side, "I may have an offer you won't refuse..." she crossed her arms and grinned up at him devilishly.
Tyo cocked an eyebrow, he was never one to deny a woman but here? Now? Tyo's eyes darted from one side of the room to the other before clearing his throat, "Uh, well, we can go somewhere els--"
"Thats not what I meant," she muttered plainly. Senna took two steps closer to him and crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one hip, "How would you like to make a whole lotta money?"
Since then the two have been partners in mischief. Planning, stealing, sneaking. Some scores are bigger than others but they always made sure of one thing: to not bite off more than they could chew. Everything had to be planned carefully. The pair managed to work their way into owning a nice apartment on Coruscant, under different aliases of course, posing as nice, well mannered people. No one even batted an eye. If you look like you were made of money, you were never questioned. Tyo was used to this lifestyle, but Senna needed a little help. She loathed the entitled, fat loth cats that made up the upper class. Disgusted even. Therefore, had no problem stealing from them right under their noses.
The pair made sure to make charitable donations to honest causes and projects, which earned the trust of those around them further. No one wondered where their money came from, they hardly socialized enough to allow that to happen. Their names were only seen on ledgers and lists of donors and were labeled as "altruistic" people. Who would be skeptical of a couple of wealthy adults who gave their hard earned money to a needed cause? Absolutely no one. Not in coruscant. Everyone was too busy kissing ass, or being too involved in government matters. Everyone had their dark secrets, and they were too involved with surpassing eachother to even look their way. They were just names on a paper, from time to time.
Their fabricated life was nothing but a sham, and they were proud of it. Clawing their way to the same level as the snobs, and laughing at them. Eating their food, wearing their clothes, being just as fake as everyone else. The pair coexist in their roles. Hes the infiltrator and the security. Shes the master of recon and swift getaways. Together they form a dangerous duo.
(I apologize if my pics are out of proportion...im on mobile heh)
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