Post by Moonfire on Mar 12, 2011 18:53:40 GMT -5
Password~ Trouble with Tribbles
Name: Kailani Quix
Age: 26
Race: Human
Birth place: Corellia
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Appearance:
If Kailani were to focus on one thing about her appearance she most admired, it would be her pants. Loosely cut, black with a long red stripe, an obvious sign of Corellian honor, showing to all that graced her presence that she was someone of note. In her mind at least. In reality Kai had taken the trousers from a ex-Corellian military man after a well placed blaster bolted had ended his life. Despite the blood stains and their emotional past, Kailani wears them with pride. They were some damn fine pants.
In addition to these fantastic pants, the platinum haired woman can be found in a white bodice, barely covering most of her assets paired with a tattered black jacket the word "HELLION" spelled out in faded letters across the back. When she remembers to wear a shirt, it too tends to be on the revealing side, generally with convenient rips and tears through the fabric. Judging by dress alone, Kailani is a woman for whom shame has no meaning.
What one notices after this is her face, for someone so harsh her face is unusually kind, with round cheeks and soft bowed lips, complimenting her peaches and cream complexion when not bruised or smudged with dirt from her latest brawl. The foil to this sweet baby face is the wicked grin stretching from ear to ear.
Curly white-blonde hair is the bane of her existence. She struggles endlessly either taming it into something short of manageable before giving up and throwing the frizzy remains into a messy bun. Kailani's often given thought to being rid of it all together, but can't seem to bring herself to do. Maybe after another pint.
Personality:
Kailani Quix is sarcastic, violent, flirty and above all else, an alcoholic. Content to drown her life away in booze, Kailani is almost always present with a flask in hand and some sort of weaponry in the other. Introduced to the stuff by an old boyfriend years ago, Kailani drinks both in a grand celebration of life and in her own personal mourning. As can be rightfully assumed, her personality differs drastically by both her level of sobriety and the kind poison shes ingesting in that moment.
Reckless to a fault, the blonde pirate acts first and asks questions later, usually with disastrous results. Never quite learning from her mistakes, Kailani is stubborn and set in her ways.
Living by a loose moral code, Kailani follows her whims. She can take a life without a thought, but can be momentarily troubled by a comment she might have made in passing the week before. Most things in the end roll off her back, including death threats and insults. She just wants to get rich, get drunk and enjoy life.
Profession: Pirate
Skills:
- Pilot.
- Vibrosword combat.
- Drunken Boxing. - She's got a mean left-hook.
- Multi-lingual. (Huttese, Durese, Rodese, Jawa Trade and of course, Basic)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: 0
Ship Name:The Bloody Hand- Lost in a game of Paazak.
Bio:
Dirt is Bad (Birth to Five)[/u]
Kailani Quix was born to Maydla and Don Quix, the second daughter of nobility. Their ties to the royal family were thin, Kailani herself only being connected to them by an estranged aunt. This of course was simply unacceptable. Fueled by their aspirations of entering the royal family they spawned as many ladies as they could and began grooming them as such.
Raised from a young age in their modest estate in Coronet, Kailani was lovingly raised with the royal family in mind. The Solosten's had their share of sons, and the Quix family was set on marrying off at least one of their daughters to them, even if simply to one of the lesser princes. With this ever in mind Kailani was raised.
Young Kai squealed happily as she played and romped in the mud with the other children, clutching toys and screaming as the fine dress she wore became soiled. She paid no mind this, nor did the other children as they rolled through the gardens chasing each other.
"KAILANI ATHLENA SARI QUIX!" A high pitched voice screeched. children froze for a second before scattering, leaving the disheveled Kailani half kneeling in a mud puddle to face her mothers wrath alone.
"Hello, Mother." Kailani said, her voice small as she stood up, smoothing out the wrinkled frock about her knees.
"What do you think you're doing?" The woman hissed, grabbing the four year old by her arm and dragging her away from the offending filth.
"Playing."
"You're positively filthy, Kailani! You look like common street trash. Do you want mommy and daddy to starve? Do you, Kailani? Do want all our fancy things, all your pretty dresses taken away? Do you?" Maydla's voice was sharp and wicked as she dragged her daughter into their home as she cried and writhed.
"I was just playing, Mother! I'm sorry I got my dress dirty! I'm sorry! I was just playing!" The girl had hear all of these threats before, she knew her purpose. To marry well, ideally one of the princes, but all this dramatics over a dress?
"Enough! Do you have any idea how much is riding on your girl? On your sisters?" Pulling her daughter close, the noblewoman's blue eyes bore into Kai's tear filled green ones. "What if one of the princes saw you? What if one of the King's friends saw? When you were older all they would talk about is how you rolled and romped about in the mud like common gutter trash. Is this what you want?"
"... No, I'm sorry Mother." The girl wailed before pressing her dirt smudged face into the woman's flowing gown. Madyla's face softened. She truly loved her child, and knew that her threats were ridiculous, but the girl was young and such exaggerations worked, for now. It kept her out of the mud anyways. Patting the soft white ringlets she smiled down at her daughter, keeping a safe distance from the much and grime.
"There there, child. Its nothing you can't fix with extra music lessons and studying, right?" She smiled down at the young girls puffy tear stained face. "Now go change into a clean dress, and we'll work on your posture after. Go go." Patting the dense ringlets once last time, the noblewoman drifted away her sniffling child heading to her room to change.
White Dresses Suck (Six to Sixteen)[/u]
The word 'Prince Bait' was one that was often on Kailani and her four sisters lips. It was first used when Kai was six, and her elder sister Rica had recently turned thirteen. Rica was painting her face for the first time, applying lipstick in a pale pink shade over her lips as her younger siblings looked on in awe. When questioned as to why today of all days she decided to do such a thing is was revealed that she was going to meet the second son of King Solosten that evening, and well applied make up was sure to make an impression.
"With any luck I'll catch his attention." Rica giggled. "This shade is perfect, total prince bait!" Her sisters fell into giddy laughter, the perfect term had been coined. Prince Bait was used to describe for years forward for anything from a tight fitting bodice to an enchanting new fragrance.
As Kailani grew she was molded into a perfect lady. By the time she turned fifteen she was well read on the literature and history of Corellia, could sing and dance, play a number of instruments such as the flute, the joy-harp and the mandolin, and even speak knowledgeably on political happenings about the galaxy. Soon came the time for every Corellian young lady, as Kailani turned sixteen it was time for her to be introduced formally into polite society.
As her sixteenth birthday, and debut as an eligible lady in Corellian high society drew near Kailani was under constant pressure to be both lady like and accomplished as a young lady could be. Her every action under scrutiny. Etiquette was drilled into her at every waking moment.
"How long do I have to do this?" Kailani grumbled, walking slowly, the dinner plate balanced precariously on her head wobbling ever so slightly. Each step of her dainty slippered feet threatened to send the plate crashing to the floor, only minor corrections of posture kept it still.
"You are to keep it until I tell you otherwise, now walk." Madam Kahn said glaring over her rimless glasses as Kailani struggled to move about the room.
Her steps were slow and steady, eyes flicking up from time to time to see the plate wobble and wiggle perilously.
"Faster, girl. You must walk faster." Her voice was stern and unkind as she glared, watching Kai slowly hobble about the room. "If you can't walk faster than that then shan't bother even attending tonight's festivities. We shall cancel the ball."
"I'm trying!" Kailani huffed, biting her lower lip in concentration as she quickened her pace. The plate wiggled uneasily, but stayed in place atop the mountain of curls as she circled about the room.
"More grace, you look like you're trying to hard. You must be relaxed!"
Frustrated, she grumbled. "Its hard to relax when you're shouting at me, Madam." She steadied her movements, walking with a subtle grace.
"This is the easy part, girl. You'll find it much harder to keep your balance when you've got boring old men chatting your ear off and ladies smiling sweetly while they wait for you to trip. Again!" Madam Kahn shouted the last bit once more, making a circle with her finger.
Biting her lip in concentration Kailani turned about circling the room the plate was steady now, still with her careful turns.
"Faster, girl! Faster! You wont be dancing this slowly tonight I hope."
Kailani spun in place, the plate tilting dangerously for a moment before settling in place atop of the piled bleach-blonde hair. Breathing a sigh of relief she stopped, turning back to Madam Kahn.
Before the tough old woman could throw out another critism quick voice muttered in the door way.
"Kailani needs to finish getting ready. Mother says she needs to finish her hair." The small voice belonged to a small girl with honey colored hair, the youngest of the Quix girls; Amada.
Madam Kahn snorted before briskly leaving the room, brushing past the small girl as she did.
Amada shivered. "Shes so scary!"
"Hahaha!" Her sister laughed happily, patting the pigtailed girl on the head as she too left. "Wait until your Debut, you're going to be dealing with that yourself soon, Ams. I better head off before Mother grows impatient."
The rest of the day went by quickly, and Kailani was primped and primed, curled and tied and squeezed into the poofiest dress she'd ever seen. The corset squeezing the life out of her didn't help much either. Weeks of preparations had converted the gardens and most of the floor space in the Quix home into a grand ball room, with all of the nobility, prominent traders and virtually everyone of note was invited.
The halls were decorated with bright white flowers and various drapery. The finest flatware laid out and the best wine credits could buy brought in. The guest arrived and within moments the guest of honor would be unveiled in all her womanly glory.
All eyes fell to Kailani as she descended the grand staircase, all her months and years of training boiled down to this moment. Tonight she'd be apraised and judged and, gods willing, she'd be married well within the next few years. Preferably someone rich who would care for her parents in their old age and raise them higher up that social ladder.
The dancing was beautiful. The men and women spinning in rhythm with the music, gowns swaying with every turn. Kailani listened to more introductions, had more dances than she'd had in her entire life. Despite the dozens of introductions, the polite chit-chat she had with each, only one person from that night comes to mind. The man who drastically changed her life.
He had approached her normally enough, extending a silent hand in the traditional offer of a dance. Politely she took it, and was immediately taken aback by the harsh texture of his palm against her own. An uncommon roughness, well worn. This was a man who worked for a living, no noble here. As he pulled her closer, the dark haired gentleman swayed with her in tight circles, a wolfish grin plastered across his face, dark brown eyes flickering up and down her face and neck.
"To who do I owe the pleasure of this dance?" Kailani asked tentatively. He responded at first with only a wider grin.
"I'm not here to give you a sales pitch, sweetheart. Just a dance with the girl-o-honor." He spun her hard, his hand clutching possessively at her waist.
Kai's cheecks burned as she rolled into the spin. "I... I wasn't expecting a sales pitch, just a name will do." This of course was completely untrue. She expected a name of course, followed bu a short list of his accomplishments, schooling, birth, and how marrying them might improve her life and standing in the grand dance of noble life.
The dark haired stranger only grinned wider. "Drake." he said simply as they twirled on. Kailani held back a grin of her own. This stranger, or Drake, was playing hard to get. How refreshing.
"Well, Mr. Drake, are you enjoying the ball thus far?"
"Oh, very much so." He mused. Slowly the moved to the edge of the dance hall, towards the gardens, twirling away from the mass of dancers.
Kailani smiled brightly, getting into the smooth flowing music.
"Tell me, Princess, are you enjoying all this?"
Kai pondered this question for a moment. Normally she'd answer with an ever polite, but cookie-cutter response. Strangely though the overwhelming need to be honest struck her out there by the door.
"Not really..."
To this Drake laughed heartily, pulling the young woman closer as they swayed. "Whys that, milady? Not a fan of being oogled and prodded?"
Her face pinched up. No, she wasn't. The man laughed, pulling her closer. Kai blushed brighter as he pressed closer, such actions were terribly uncouth, but she couldn't help but enjoy the warmth of his body close to hers. Response caught in her throat, Kailani struggled to articulate herself, stuttering. Drake only smiled wider before dipping the girl back, his face drawing close.
Without a word his lips met hers to the gasps of all those that looked on. Kailani's cheeks burned all the brighter against her pale face. His lips moved tenderly against hers before he pulled away grinning from ear to ear and setting the girl back up straight on her feet.
Bowing slightly he whispered "That should liven up your night a bit." before turning about on his feet and walking away. It was then that Kailani noticed the bright red stripe down the side of his pants leg. Her face matched the color.
"Do you know who that is?" A voice whispered harshly as the teenager looked on at Drake, fingers gently touching her lips. Whipping about Kailani saw her elder sister, Rica pale faced.
"He said his name was Drake..."
"That's Drake Hellion. The Drake Hellion." Rica muttered.
Drake Hellion was on paper a Corellian war hero. Rising to fame for foiling a terrorist plot against Coronet. Everyone knew the story; A group of extremist planted bombs throughout the city, threatening to blow up various public building unless their demands for 100 million credits was met. Drake Hellion, with the aid of his best friend Mik Datv traced the terrorist group to their building and saved the city in a blaster show down. The terrorist group was taken down in the shoot out, though at the price of Mik's life. Mik was awarded his blood stripe post-posthumously, Drake took his but resigned from the army he had pledged his life to. Fame and glory didn't bring his best friend back. Few had heard from his since, and his behavior at the Quix girl's Debut would be gossip enough for months. Rumor had it that he had fallen into a pirate group on Nar Shaddaa, Captaining a ship. Only rumors of course...
Pride and Prejudice and Whiskey (Seventeen)
It would be more than a year before Kailani Quix would hear from the infamous war hero again, long after all her hopes of seeing the handsome, if not forward, man had ceased.
Luck would so have it that the next time they'd meet would be on what her parents considered "The most important day of her life." She would later agree with them, for entirely different reasons.
Months before she had attended the wedding of Crown Prince Colin Solosten. Much to her parents happy surprise she had made polite conversation with his younger brother, Rook. It took months of prodding and arranging but the Quix's were finally able to find a time in the busy royal families schedule for Kailani to visit, purely social of course.
Kailani had spent the last hour fixing the wild curls of her hair for the evening she planned to spend at the palace when a soft voice interupted her thoughts.
"Drake Hellion is in the parlor, m'am. He requested an audience with you." The servant said with a curtsy before skittering from the room without a response. He was a war hero, not someone to be left waiting after all.
Quickly finishing her hair, Kai straightened the ornate dress she had bought just for the occasion of spending time with the Prince before slipping through the doors to meet Drake.
Even after a year he still gave her that same smile. Dark and wolfish, he grinned at her before taking her hand and kissing it.
"Drake Hellion, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked cautiously, smiling herself.
"I was in the neighborhood, and I wanted to show you something... Care to join me outside, Princess?" Motioning to the door, they pair exited, Kailani looking over her shoulder to make sure her parents weren't watching. The servants would certainly report anything they did, but it was still nice not to have them deliberately staring at her.
Slipping outside past the gates of the property Drake revealed to her a shining new speeder bike. "What do you think?" He asked motioning to the slim black and red machine.
"Its so... cool." Kailani said, green eyes wide as she ran her fingers over the shiny cool metal. This was the closet she had ever been to a speeder bike. They had always looked so... interesting as she scanned pictures of them on the holonet, or saw them zipping through the air in Coronet.
Drake smiled at her more, pulling on the leather jacket he had left on the seat. "Hop on, Princess. I'm taking you for a ride."
"What? No... no... I can't, I've..."
"Got something better to do tonight, Kai? What a shame." He reved the engine, the speeder bike roaring to life at his touch as he climbed on, leaning over.
In that moment something changed in Kailani Quix. She knew the what she was supposed to do. She should have turned around and let the mysterious ex-hero speed off to do whatever it was he had planned. She should have finished getting ready to meet Prince Rook, and charmed him into enjoying her company. She should have acted like the sweet, obedient daughter she always had been. Kailani's stomach flopped. There was something irresistible about the dark stranger who had taken her first kiss the year before, who now stretched out over a speeder bike, awaiting her answer. Throwing caution, throwing responsibility and duty to family to the wind Kailani climbed on and clung to Drake's back tightly.
Drake smiled brighter, and so they drove off. It was true what they said. One time on speeder bike and you were hooked. The wind whipped through her perfectly curled hair, tangling it as tears welled up in her eyes from the speed. The feeling was amazing, the adrenaline pumped through her veins as the speed through the air of Corellia, zipping away from the Quix Estate far into the seedier districts of the city.
Kailani held fast as the speeder bike zipped through traffic, weaving between the ships and buildings so closely she could have reached out and run her fingers across the smooth metal and glass.
Soon the arrived, landing gently on the top of a tall building. The pair hopped off and Kai took in the sights of the sprawling city of Coronet. Here the city was truly alive in a way she'd never seen it before.
"Bit different than home, eh Princess?" Drake asked, running a hand through his dark hair, grinning.
"Very."
Kailani was at a loss for words. There was a strange beauty in the wear of the buildings here, the decay of the city and its people.
He laughed, running his fingers up her shoulder and pulling her close. Much to his amusement she shivered at his touch and sighed softly as his lips met hers, kissing them tenderly before pulling away, the wolfish grin plastered across his face again.
"Shall I show you my humble abode?" His hand motioned towards the roof top door which lead into the apartment building.
Slipping into the building they entered the first apartment. Empty bottles littered the corners, a little messy, but it was a comfortable sort of mess. 'Lived in' he had called it. The room itself though was richly furnished, expensive sofas and state of the art tech was shadowed by the strange assortment of goods. Jewels and necklaces laid loose on the kitchens counter tops. Precious stones and metals piled high on the tables, mountains of credits spilled out onto the floor. Boxes of Corellian ale and cigarettes. So many boxes, with strange foreign labels stacked haphazardly, this way and that way.
One thing caught her attention immediately. The boxes had the names of ships printed over them, return addresses. All of them different, all of them familiar. It took Kailani a long moment, looking over the goods in silence as Drake rummaged through a pile of ladies clothing.
"So... Its true. What they say, its all true..." Green eyes wide and bright, she turned in horror towards the man.
"Huh?" He grunted, pulling out a short swathe of black fabric, laying it out over the couch. "This ought to be your size. Sparks is a little taller, but she liked her skirts short. Put it on. I want to take you out tonight."
"You-you're a criminal, Drake! A pirate!" She stuttered, taking a step back towards the door as though he might withdraw a blaster and take her hostage at any moment.
Sighing heavily, Drake rested his face against his callous palm. "What of it, Princess? I fail to see how my chosen occupation is of any concern to you."
Kailani stood there, wringing her hands together. Every bit of common sense implored her to run, to call home and beg for forgiveness. To run back to her life on the estate, waiting for a husband. But riding on the speeder bike had given her a taste for something different, something this ex-hero had. Freedom.
"Do I need to take you home, Kai?" His voice was kind, but held an edge of agitation.
"No, no." She said softly, taking the black tube dress in hand. "Just give me a moment to change."
He smiled, bowing lightly and motioned towards a bedroom.
It didn't take long for them to find a proper club. The band played loudly, the people laughed and howled happily as drinks flowed between them like water.
It was here that Kailani truly fell in love. Not with Drake, or drink, but with her new found freedom. The people here laughed and fought and loved without care, with no inhibition. She drank in this new world, and knew she'd never be satisfied with merely a taste again.
The night was wild and long, whiskey and ale and rum slipped down her throat with a sweet burn. Kailani laughed and made friends with people she had never encountered before. Smugglers, gamblers, bar tenders, dancers, musicians. When the night drew to a close, Drake offered her a ride home to which she refused.
"No? What do you mean no?" Drake asked, eyebrows raised.
"No, I'm not going back there. I don't want to go back." Kailani's voice was firm.
Breaking out into a smile, Drake wrapped an arm about the girl, holding her close. "Lets head home then, Princess." Kissing her forehead, he smiled. This wasn't what he had planed, but he could use a knew girl. She'd probably run home in a day or so anyway, what was the worst that could happen?
Bang Bang Bang (Seventeen- Nineteen)[/u]
But Kailani didn't run back home, she fell, much to Drake's surprise, easily into the life he offered her. The credits and booze flowed plentiful about Drake Hellion, and he lavished gifts on her. All new clothes to wear to the clubs and the bars, shoes and jewelry. He was even considering getting her a speeder bike of her own. Though the life he gave her was glamorous in its way, it didn't come without a price.
Drake Hellion was by all accounts a shady business men, who had deals with Hutts and mercenaries, which sometimes didn't go well. Within a few months of her new found life, a fight broke out in one of the bars they frequented on Nar Shaddaa. Drake frequently went there to arrange deals and pay off crews, though this had been the first time Kailani could convince him to take her with.
It had been the usual fun time at the club, Kai and Drake were delightfully intoxicated, laughing and dancing the music. Suddenly Kai felt something jab into her back, spinning about she came face to face with a Rodian man, a blaster being jabbed into her stomach.
"Fna ho koru gep. Kras ka noota." He said seriously, though his eyes were on Drake, who had stopped dancing and glared at the man.
"Can we talk about this, Neesh? Put the blaster down, lets talk." Drake's voice held an edge of anger, his hand hovering over his hip, the jacket covering the pistol beneath. The people around them didn't notice and continued their carefree dancing.
" Kras ka noota!" Neesh shouted, pressing the blaster into Kailani's side hard. Kai in her drunken state looked up and down the man, she didn't understand what he was shouting, but it was probably about money. And here he was, threatening her. The gall!
"Neesh, you know I've got your money. But the blaster down, dude." Drake's words were cautious, his hand still just over his pistol. Kailani on the other hand swayed slightly, the ale and whiskey in her system giving her courage to the point of stupidity.
It was all over in a moment. Kailani twisted fast, her fist slamming into Neesh's face, knocking him to the ground. "Don't you point that nuts at me. Do you know who I am?" She shouted, stepping a booted foot onto the hand holding its blaster. Lightning quick, Drake pulled out his pistol, pointing it at the Rodian who was sprawled out on the floor, surprised.
"I'm Kailani Quix, motha-fugga!" She shouted down at him, stepping hard on the hand as Drake's men came rushing forward, taking the Rodian by the arms from the club.
"Remind me not to piss you off, Princess." Drake said, wrapping an arm about her shoulders and kissing her forehead.
"Show him to go messin' with me..." Kailani muttered, her head spinning with the happy alcohol. "Come on Drake, lets get another beer... And tomorrow you bettah show me how to use that blaster of yours. And how to speak that crazy language."
Drake smiled, there was potential in this girl.
Time went on, and with it Kailani became a more integral part of Drake's piracy. Demanding to pull her own weight, Kailani became a full fledged member of the crew of Drake's ship, The Bloody Hand. She quickly became proficient in blaster usage and even took to carrying her blaster with her everywhere, not willing to be caught off guard at gun point again.
One of the crew men, Aviden even took the time over three years to show her basic vibrosword usage, and this too she kept strapped to her back at most times. Kailani, to the surprise of everyone enjoyed battle. An adrenaline junkie, Kailani would sometimes even instigate fights just for the thrill.
As well as combat, her years on The Bloody Hand also expanded her language palette. Huttese, Durese and Rodese were spoken fluently amongst the crew members, and with time and patience Kai found herself understanding their short comments and learning the languages so vital to this business.
Though Kailani's involvement went past simple translations and negotiations. Much to everyones surprise, what Kailani lacked in technical ability and business sense she made up for in natural pilot skills. During one particular mission around Coruscant, their main pilot Trevor was slaughtered by a disgruntled Balosar from a rival crew that had tried to commandeer the ship with his friends. The enemy crew had brought their ship out of hyperspace right by The Bloody Hand and tried to shoot out their engines while their mateys waged battle within.
Kailani taking control of the ship was able to shake off the pursing vessel while Drake and the others quickly stomped out the stowaways. Beeming with pride Drake announced Kailani as the new Pilot for her fine handling of the vessel.
And such time went on. Kailani Quix was no longer a nobles daughter, her parents having accepted the loss of their daughter, but a self proclaimed pirate. Violent with a taste for alcohol, she followed her whims and made a name for herself, even if it was mostly in self endorsement.
We're All Just Chasing Windmills. (Twenty to Twenty-Four)[/u]
The life expectancy of a pirate in this galaxy isn't very high. Most die young, and generally tragically. Drake Hellion, despite his heroic past and string of good luck was no exception.
Business deals go bad sometimes, a certain Hutt wants a bigger cut than hes do, and a head strong Captain will piss off the wrong people along the way.
They came in the wee hours of the morning, as Captain Hellion, Kai and the crew were Tattoine at a local dive waiting for a Republic Freighter that would be entering the system soon. They were thoroughly intoxicated, Drake having taken a fill of a deathstick when the Mercenary came in.
Kailani saw the Mandalorian walk in, and knew immediately something was wrong, but it all went to quickly. Her reflexes slowed, she was a moment to too late. A blaster bolt struck Drake between the eyes as he enjoyed the hallucination the drug was giving him. He died with a smile on his face.
A shoot out started, and in the end the offending Mando escaped, their blaster bolts bouncing off his armor. Kailani never learned what deal went poorly, who screwed over who. In a moment her whole world collapsed. Most assumed she'd run back to her parents, begging for forgiveness. What they didn't expect was her to take up the Hellion ship. Clad in the jacket and pants Drake died in, Kailani took command of the Hand and its crew. They had a business to run.
Despite the brave face she gave amongst the men, Kailani was destroyed by Drake's death. She drank in excess, drowning the pain away in whiskey and spending long hours in her cabin on the ship in silence. When questioned about what she did during those long quiet hours she'd always respond "Chasing windmills."
Girl's Got a Mean Left Hook. (Twenty-Five to Present)[/u]
Despite her determination, Kailani proved to an ineffective Captain. Most of her sources were wrong, and the few raids she successfully pulled off were small. Many of the men quit within a few weeks, only those most loyal to Drake remained and listened to her demands.
Kailani, despite her terrible leadership skills proved to enjoy the power it gave her beyond measure. In every new port she'd order a large metal chair to be carried into her bar of choice, her throne. A boastful woman, Kailani was often proclaim herself to be the greatest and most successful Pirate Captain in the galaxy.
It was also around this time that Kailani got into what she called "Bar Brawling", which was in a way a nightly boxing match she'd pick with a fellow patron, usually with her crew taking bets on the outcomes. These boxing matches, usually performed with Kailani completely inebriated, where eventful to say the least. A surprisingly agile woman, Kailani was able to dodge most blows and land some hard ones herself. Most days Kailani could be spotted with an array of colorful bruises.
As well as her nightly fights, Kailani had become quite the card player. She played high and she played confidently, and generally such turned out in her favor. The most frustrating moment of her life was when she bet The Bloody Hand in a game of Pazaak, and lost to a Zeltron with a great poker face. A failure as a captain, Kailani fell more into her tavern brawls, using them as her only source of income while she awaits a new job offer.
RP Sample:
Let it be known far and wide that a fist to the face hurts. This was something Kailani Quix was all too aware of. The crowd in the club mouthed in soundless screams. They were making noise, but all the woman could hear was the sound of her own heart beat. Whump. Whump. Whump. It pumped hard, the blood pouring down her face with unusual quickness.
The girl across from her grinned, enjoying the screams of the crowd as they watched the blonde's face turn to gory horror. Kai, ever sarcastic grinned back, fists held out as they walked in slow circles about each other. The blood pumped harder.
Whump. Whump. Whump. Kailani's vision spun, the Corellian ales she had earlier were still with her, adding to the challenge. "Come on, chica. Hit me again." She smiled widely, circling the Twi'lek smuggler that was her challenger.
She couldn't hear the distinct slur in her voice, she wasn't even fully sure if she had spoken aloud. The woman grimaced at her taunt and swung forward, her fist coming close. Kailani ducked with surprising speed and popped back up with a quick uppercut, her fist connecting with a loud crack into the womans jaw.
The crowd screamed, and this time Kailani could hear it. With a bright grin she wiped the blood from her lips, the coppery salt taste lingering as she spoke. "Alrighty boys, get mah throne. Round of shots on me!" The crew behind her sighed, but the sound was drowned out by the screams of the cheering crowd. Their bets had paid off, and Kailani Quix yet again remained the nightly champion as she settled into the giant chair her crew dragged in.
Name: Kailani Quix
Age: 26
Race: Human
Birth place: Corellia
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Appearance:
If Kailani were to focus on one thing about her appearance she most admired, it would be her pants. Loosely cut, black with a long red stripe, an obvious sign of Corellian honor, showing to all that graced her presence that she was someone of note. In her mind at least. In reality Kai had taken the trousers from a ex-Corellian military man after a well placed blaster bolted had ended his life. Despite the blood stains and their emotional past, Kailani wears them with pride. They were some damn fine pants.
In addition to these fantastic pants, the platinum haired woman can be found in a white bodice, barely covering most of her assets paired with a tattered black jacket the word "HELLION" spelled out in faded letters across the back. When she remembers to wear a shirt, it too tends to be on the revealing side, generally with convenient rips and tears through the fabric. Judging by dress alone, Kailani is a woman for whom shame has no meaning.
What one notices after this is her face, for someone so harsh her face is unusually kind, with round cheeks and soft bowed lips, complimenting her peaches and cream complexion when not bruised or smudged with dirt from her latest brawl. The foil to this sweet baby face is the wicked grin stretching from ear to ear.
Curly white-blonde hair is the bane of her existence. She struggles endlessly either taming it into something short of manageable before giving up and throwing the frizzy remains into a messy bun. Kailani's often given thought to being rid of it all together, but can't seem to bring herself to do. Maybe after another pint.
Personality:
Kailani Quix is sarcastic, violent, flirty and above all else, an alcoholic. Content to drown her life away in booze, Kailani is almost always present with a flask in hand and some sort of weaponry in the other. Introduced to the stuff by an old boyfriend years ago, Kailani drinks both in a grand celebration of life and in her own personal mourning. As can be rightfully assumed, her personality differs drastically by both her level of sobriety and the kind poison shes ingesting in that moment.
Reckless to a fault, the blonde pirate acts first and asks questions later, usually with disastrous results. Never quite learning from her mistakes, Kailani is stubborn and set in her ways.
Living by a loose moral code, Kailani follows her whims. She can take a life without a thought, but can be momentarily troubled by a comment she might have made in passing the week before. Most things in the end roll off her back, including death threats and insults. She just wants to get rich, get drunk and enjoy life.
Profession: Pirate
Skills:
- Pilot.
- Vibrosword combat.
- Drunken Boxing. - She's got a mean left-hook.
- Multi-lingual. (Huttese, Durese, Rodese, Jawa Trade and of course, Basic)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: 0
Ship Name:
Bio:
Dirt is Bad (Birth to Five)[/u]
Kailani Quix was born to Maydla and Don Quix, the second daughter of nobility. Their ties to the royal family were thin, Kailani herself only being connected to them by an estranged aunt. This of course was simply unacceptable. Fueled by their aspirations of entering the royal family they spawned as many ladies as they could and began grooming them as such.
Raised from a young age in their modest estate in Coronet, Kailani was lovingly raised with the royal family in mind. The Solosten's had their share of sons, and the Quix family was set on marrying off at least one of their daughters to them, even if simply to one of the lesser princes. With this ever in mind Kailani was raised.
Young Kai squealed happily as she played and romped in the mud with the other children, clutching toys and screaming as the fine dress she wore became soiled. She paid no mind this, nor did the other children as they rolled through the gardens chasing each other.
"KAILANI ATHLENA SARI QUIX!" A high pitched voice screeched. children froze for a second before scattering, leaving the disheveled Kailani half kneeling in a mud puddle to face her mothers wrath alone.
"Hello, Mother." Kailani said, her voice small as she stood up, smoothing out the wrinkled frock about her knees.
"What do you think you're doing?" The woman hissed, grabbing the four year old by her arm and dragging her away from the offending filth.
"Playing."
"You're positively filthy, Kailani! You look like common street trash. Do you want mommy and daddy to starve? Do you, Kailani? Do want all our fancy things, all your pretty dresses taken away? Do you?" Maydla's voice was sharp and wicked as she dragged her daughter into their home as she cried and writhed.
"I was just playing, Mother! I'm sorry I got my dress dirty! I'm sorry! I was just playing!" The girl had hear all of these threats before, she knew her purpose. To marry well, ideally one of the princes, but all this dramatics over a dress?
"Enough! Do you have any idea how much is riding on your girl? On your sisters?" Pulling her daughter close, the noblewoman's blue eyes bore into Kai's tear filled green ones. "What if one of the princes saw you? What if one of the King's friends saw? When you were older all they would talk about is how you rolled and romped about in the mud like common gutter trash. Is this what you want?"
"... No, I'm sorry Mother." The girl wailed before pressing her dirt smudged face into the woman's flowing gown. Madyla's face softened. She truly loved her child, and knew that her threats were ridiculous, but the girl was young and such exaggerations worked, for now. It kept her out of the mud anyways. Patting the soft white ringlets she smiled down at her daughter, keeping a safe distance from the much and grime.
"There there, child. Its nothing you can't fix with extra music lessons and studying, right?" She smiled down at the young girls puffy tear stained face. "Now go change into a clean dress, and we'll work on your posture after. Go go." Patting the dense ringlets once last time, the noblewoman drifted away her sniffling child heading to her room to change.
White Dresses Suck (Six to Sixteen)[/u]
The word 'Prince Bait' was one that was often on Kailani and her four sisters lips. It was first used when Kai was six, and her elder sister Rica had recently turned thirteen. Rica was painting her face for the first time, applying lipstick in a pale pink shade over her lips as her younger siblings looked on in awe. When questioned as to why today of all days she decided to do such a thing is was revealed that she was going to meet the second son of King Solosten that evening, and well applied make up was sure to make an impression.
"With any luck I'll catch his attention." Rica giggled. "This shade is perfect, total prince bait!" Her sisters fell into giddy laughter, the perfect term had been coined. Prince Bait was used to describe for years forward for anything from a tight fitting bodice to an enchanting new fragrance.
As Kailani grew she was molded into a perfect lady. By the time she turned fifteen she was well read on the literature and history of Corellia, could sing and dance, play a number of instruments such as the flute, the joy-harp and the mandolin, and even speak knowledgeably on political happenings about the galaxy. Soon came the time for every Corellian young lady, as Kailani turned sixteen it was time for her to be introduced formally into polite society.
As her sixteenth birthday, and debut as an eligible lady in Corellian high society drew near Kailani was under constant pressure to be both lady like and accomplished as a young lady could be. Her every action under scrutiny. Etiquette was drilled into her at every waking moment.
"How long do I have to do this?" Kailani grumbled, walking slowly, the dinner plate balanced precariously on her head wobbling ever so slightly. Each step of her dainty slippered feet threatened to send the plate crashing to the floor, only minor corrections of posture kept it still.
"You are to keep it until I tell you otherwise, now walk." Madam Kahn said glaring over her rimless glasses as Kailani struggled to move about the room.
Her steps were slow and steady, eyes flicking up from time to time to see the plate wobble and wiggle perilously.
"Faster, girl. You must walk faster." Her voice was stern and unkind as she glared, watching Kai slowly hobble about the room. "If you can't walk faster than that then shan't bother even attending tonight's festivities. We shall cancel the ball."
"I'm trying!" Kailani huffed, biting her lower lip in concentration as she quickened her pace. The plate wiggled uneasily, but stayed in place atop the mountain of curls as she circled about the room.
"More grace, you look like you're trying to hard. You must be relaxed!"
Frustrated, she grumbled. "Its hard to relax when you're shouting at me, Madam." She steadied her movements, walking with a subtle grace.
"This is the easy part, girl. You'll find it much harder to keep your balance when you've got boring old men chatting your ear off and ladies smiling sweetly while they wait for you to trip. Again!" Madam Kahn shouted the last bit once more, making a circle with her finger.
Biting her lip in concentration Kailani turned about circling the room the plate was steady now, still with her careful turns.
"Faster, girl! Faster! You wont be dancing this slowly tonight I hope."
Kailani spun in place, the plate tilting dangerously for a moment before settling in place atop of the piled bleach-blonde hair. Breathing a sigh of relief she stopped, turning back to Madam Kahn.
Before the tough old woman could throw out another critism quick voice muttered in the door way.
"Kailani needs to finish getting ready. Mother says she needs to finish her hair." The small voice belonged to a small girl with honey colored hair, the youngest of the Quix girls; Amada.
Madam Kahn snorted before briskly leaving the room, brushing past the small girl as she did.
Amada shivered. "Shes so scary!"
"Hahaha!" Her sister laughed happily, patting the pigtailed girl on the head as she too left. "Wait until your Debut, you're going to be dealing with that yourself soon, Ams. I better head off before Mother grows impatient."
The rest of the day went by quickly, and Kailani was primped and primed, curled and tied and squeezed into the poofiest dress she'd ever seen. The corset squeezing the life out of her didn't help much either. Weeks of preparations had converted the gardens and most of the floor space in the Quix home into a grand ball room, with all of the nobility, prominent traders and virtually everyone of note was invited.
The halls were decorated with bright white flowers and various drapery. The finest flatware laid out and the best wine credits could buy brought in. The guest arrived and within moments the guest of honor would be unveiled in all her womanly glory.
All eyes fell to Kailani as she descended the grand staircase, all her months and years of training boiled down to this moment. Tonight she'd be apraised and judged and, gods willing, she'd be married well within the next few years. Preferably someone rich who would care for her parents in their old age and raise them higher up that social ladder.
The dancing was beautiful. The men and women spinning in rhythm with the music, gowns swaying with every turn. Kailani listened to more introductions, had more dances than she'd had in her entire life. Despite the dozens of introductions, the polite chit-chat she had with each, only one person from that night comes to mind. The man who drastically changed her life.
He had approached her normally enough, extending a silent hand in the traditional offer of a dance. Politely she took it, and was immediately taken aback by the harsh texture of his palm against her own. An uncommon roughness, well worn. This was a man who worked for a living, no noble here. As he pulled her closer, the dark haired gentleman swayed with her in tight circles, a wolfish grin plastered across his face, dark brown eyes flickering up and down her face and neck.
"To who do I owe the pleasure of this dance?" Kailani asked tentatively. He responded at first with only a wider grin.
"I'm not here to give you a sales pitch, sweetheart. Just a dance with the girl-o-honor." He spun her hard, his hand clutching possessively at her waist.
Kai's cheecks burned as she rolled into the spin. "I... I wasn't expecting a sales pitch, just a name will do." This of course was completely untrue. She expected a name of course, followed bu a short list of his accomplishments, schooling, birth, and how marrying them might improve her life and standing in the grand dance of noble life.
The dark haired stranger only grinned wider. "Drake." he said simply as they twirled on. Kailani held back a grin of her own. This stranger, or Drake, was playing hard to get. How refreshing.
"Well, Mr. Drake, are you enjoying the ball thus far?"
"Oh, very much so." He mused. Slowly the moved to the edge of the dance hall, towards the gardens, twirling away from the mass of dancers.
Kailani smiled brightly, getting into the smooth flowing music.
"Tell me, Princess, are you enjoying all this?"
Kai pondered this question for a moment. Normally she'd answer with an ever polite, but cookie-cutter response. Strangely though the overwhelming need to be honest struck her out there by the door.
"Not really..."
To this Drake laughed heartily, pulling the young woman closer as they swayed. "Whys that, milady? Not a fan of being oogled and prodded?"
Her face pinched up. No, she wasn't. The man laughed, pulling her closer. Kai blushed brighter as he pressed closer, such actions were terribly uncouth, but she couldn't help but enjoy the warmth of his body close to hers. Response caught in her throat, Kailani struggled to articulate herself, stuttering. Drake only smiled wider before dipping the girl back, his face drawing close.
Without a word his lips met hers to the gasps of all those that looked on. Kailani's cheeks burned all the brighter against her pale face. His lips moved tenderly against hers before he pulled away grinning from ear to ear and setting the girl back up straight on her feet.
Bowing slightly he whispered "That should liven up your night a bit." before turning about on his feet and walking away. It was then that Kailani noticed the bright red stripe down the side of his pants leg. Her face matched the color.
"Do you know who that is?" A voice whispered harshly as the teenager looked on at Drake, fingers gently touching her lips. Whipping about Kailani saw her elder sister, Rica pale faced.
"He said his name was Drake..."
"That's Drake Hellion. The Drake Hellion." Rica muttered.
Drake Hellion was on paper a Corellian war hero. Rising to fame for foiling a terrorist plot against Coronet. Everyone knew the story; A group of extremist planted bombs throughout the city, threatening to blow up various public building unless their demands for 100 million credits was met. Drake Hellion, with the aid of his best friend Mik Datv traced the terrorist group to their building and saved the city in a blaster show down. The terrorist group was taken down in the shoot out, though at the price of Mik's life. Mik was awarded his blood stripe post-posthumously, Drake took his but resigned from the army he had pledged his life to. Fame and glory didn't bring his best friend back. Few had heard from his since, and his behavior at the Quix girl's Debut would be gossip enough for months. Rumor had it that he had fallen into a pirate group on Nar Shaddaa, Captaining a ship. Only rumors of course...
Pride and Prejudice and Whiskey (Seventeen)
It would be more than a year before Kailani Quix would hear from the infamous war hero again, long after all her hopes of seeing the handsome, if not forward, man had ceased.
Luck would so have it that the next time they'd meet would be on what her parents considered "The most important day of her life." She would later agree with them, for entirely different reasons.
Months before she had attended the wedding of Crown Prince Colin Solosten. Much to her parents happy surprise she had made polite conversation with his younger brother, Rook. It took months of prodding and arranging but the Quix's were finally able to find a time in the busy royal families schedule for Kailani to visit, purely social of course.
Kailani had spent the last hour fixing the wild curls of her hair for the evening she planned to spend at the palace when a soft voice interupted her thoughts.
"Drake Hellion is in the parlor, m'am. He requested an audience with you." The servant said with a curtsy before skittering from the room without a response. He was a war hero, not someone to be left waiting after all.
Quickly finishing her hair, Kai straightened the ornate dress she had bought just for the occasion of spending time with the Prince before slipping through the doors to meet Drake.
Even after a year he still gave her that same smile. Dark and wolfish, he grinned at her before taking her hand and kissing it.
"Drake Hellion, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked cautiously, smiling herself.
"I was in the neighborhood, and I wanted to show you something... Care to join me outside, Princess?" Motioning to the door, they pair exited, Kailani looking over her shoulder to make sure her parents weren't watching. The servants would certainly report anything they did, but it was still nice not to have them deliberately staring at her.
Slipping outside past the gates of the property Drake revealed to her a shining new speeder bike. "What do you think?" He asked motioning to the slim black and red machine.
"Its so... cool." Kailani said, green eyes wide as she ran her fingers over the shiny cool metal. This was the closet she had ever been to a speeder bike. They had always looked so... interesting as she scanned pictures of them on the holonet, or saw them zipping through the air in Coronet.
Drake smiled at her more, pulling on the leather jacket he had left on the seat. "Hop on, Princess. I'm taking you for a ride."
"What? No... no... I can't, I've..."
"Got something better to do tonight, Kai? What a shame." He reved the engine, the speeder bike roaring to life at his touch as he climbed on, leaning over.
In that moment something changed in Kailani Quix. She knew the what she was supposed to do. She should have turned around and let the mysterious ex-hero speed off to do whatever it was he had planned. She should have finished getting ready to meet Prince Rook, and charmed him into enjoying her company. She should have acted like the sweet, obedient daughter she always had been. Kailani's stomach flopped. There was something irresistible about the dark stranger who had taken her first kiss the year before, who now stretched out over a speeder bike, awaiting her answer. Throwing caution, throwing responsibility and duty to family to the wind Kailani climbed on and clung to Drake's back tightly.
Drake smiled brighter, and so they drove off. It was true what they said. One time on speeder bike and you were hooked. The wind whipped through her perfectly curled hair, tangling it as tears welled up in her eyes from the speed. The feeling was amazing, the adrenaline pumped through her veins as the speed through the air of Corellia, zipping away from the Quix Estate far into the seedier districts of the city.
Kailani held fast as the speeder bike zipped through traffic, weaving between the ships and buildings so closely she could have reached out and run her fingers across the smooth metal and glass.
Soon the arrived, landing gently on the top of a tall building. The pair hopped off and Kai took in the sights of the sprawling city of Coronet. Here the city was truly alive in a way she'd never seen it before.
"Bit different than home, eh Princess?" Drake asked, running a hand through his dark hair, grinning.
"Very."
Kailani was at a loss for words. There was a strange beauty in the wear of the buildings here, the decay of the city and its people.
He laughed, running his fingers up her shoulder and pulling her close. Much to his amusement she shivered at his touch and sighed softly as his lips met hers, kissing them tenderly before pulling away, the wolfish grin plastered across his face again.
"Shall I show you my humble abode?" His hand motioned towards the roof top door which lead into the apartment building.
Slipping into the building they entered the first apartment. Empty bottles littered the corners, a little messy, but it was a comfortable sort of mess. 'Lived in' he had called it. The room itself though was richly furnished, expensive sofas and state of the art tech was shadowed by the strange assortment of goods. Jewels and necklaces laid loose on the kitchens counter tops. Precious stones and metals piled high on the tables, mountains of credits spilled out onto the floor. Boxes of Corellian ale and cigarettes. So many boxes, with strange foreign labels stacked haphazardly, this way and that way.
One thing caught her attention immediately. The boxes had the names of ships printed over them, return addresses. All of them different, all of them familiar. It took Kailani a long moment, looking over the goods in silence as Drake rummaged through a pile of ladies clothing.
"So... Its true. What they say, its all true..." Green eyes wide and bright, she turned in horror towards the man.
"Huh?" He grunted, pulling out a short swathe of black fabric, laying it out over the couch. "This ought to be your size. Sparks is a little taller, but she liked her skirts short. Put it on. I want to take you out tonight."
"You-you're a criminal, Drake! A pirate!" She stuttered, taking a step back towards the door as though he might withdraw a blaster and take her hostage at any moment.
Sighing heavily, Drake rested his face against his callous palm. "What of it, Princess? I fail to see how my chosen occupation is of any concern to you."
Kailani stood there, wringing her hands together. Every bit of common sense implored her to run, to call home and beg for forgiveness. To run back to her life on the estate, waiting for a husband. But riding on the speeder bike had given her a taste for something different, something this ex-hero had. Freedom.
"Do I need to take you home, Kai?" His voice was kind, but held an edge of agitation.
"No, no." She said softly, taking the black tube dress in hand. "Just give me a moment to change."
He smiled, bowing lightly and motioned towards a bedroom.
It didn't take long for them to find a proper club. The band played loudly, the people laughed and howled happily as drinks flowed between them like water.
It was here that Kailani truly fell in love. Not with Drake, or drink, but with her new found freedom. The people here laughed and fought and loved without care, with no inhibition. She drank in this new world, and knew she'd never be satisfied with merely a taste again.
The night was wild and long, whiskey and ale and rum slipped down her throat with a sweet burn. Kailani laughed and made friends with people she had never encountered before. Smugglers, gamblers, bar tenders, dancers, musicians. When the night drew to a close, Drake offered her a ride home to which she refused.
"No? What do you mean no?" Drake asked, eyebrows raised.
"No, I'm not going back there. I don't want to go back." Kailani's voice was firm.
Breaking out into a smile, Drake wrapped an arm about the girl, holding her close. "Lets head home then, Princess." Kissing her forehead, he smiled. This wasn't what he had planed, but he could use a knew girl. She'd probably run home in a day or so anyway, what was the worst that could happen?
Bang Bang Bang (Seventeen- Nineteen)[/u]
But Kailani didn't run back home, she fell, much to Drake's surprise, easily into the life he offered her. The credits and booze flowed plentiful about Drake Hellion, and he lavished gifts on her. All new clothes to wear to the clubs and the bars, shoes and jewelry. He was even considering getting her a speeder bike of her own. Though the life he gave her was glamorous in its way, it didn't come without a price.
Drake Hellion was by all accounts a shady business men, who had deals with Hutts and mercenaries, which sometimes didn't go well. Within a few months of her new found life, a fight broke out in one of the bars they frequented on Nar Shaddaa. Drake frequently went there to arrange deals and pay off crews, though this had been the first time Kailani could convince him to take her with.
It had been the usual fun time at the club, Kai and Drake were delightfully intoxicated, laughing and dancing the music. Suddenly Kai felt something jab into her back, spinning about she came face to face with a Rodian man, a blaster being jabbed into her stomach.
"Fna ho koru gep. Kras ka noota." He said seriously, though his eyes were on Drake, who had stopped dancing and glared at the man.
"Can we talk about this, Neesh? Put the blaster down, lets talk." Drake's voice held an edge of anger, his hand hovering over his hip, the jacket covering the pistol beneath. The people around them didn't notice and continued their carefree dancing.
" Kras ka noota!" Neesh shouted, pressing the blaster into Kailani's side hard. Kai in her drunken state looked up and down the man, she didn't understand what he was shouting, but it was probably about money. And here he was, threatening her. The gall!
"Neesh, you know I've got your money. But the blaster down, dude." Drake's words were cautious, his hand still just over his pistol. Kailani on the other hand swayed slightly, the ale and whiskey in her system giving her courage to the point of stupidity.
It was all over in a moment. Kailani twisted fast, her fist slamming into Neesh's face, knocking him to the ground. "Don't you point that nuts at me. Do you know who I am?" She shouted, stepping a booted foot onto the hand holding its blaster. Lightning quick, Drake pulled out his pistol, pointing it at the Rodian who was sprawled out on the floor, surprised.
"I'm Kailani Quix, motha-fugga!" She shouted down at him, stepping hard on the hand as Drake's men came rushing forward, taking the Rodian by the arms from the club.
"Remind me not to piss you off, Princess." Drake said, wrapping an arm about her shoulders and kissing her forehead.
"Show him to go messin' with me..." Kailani muttered, her head spinning with the happy alcohol. "Come on Drake, lets get another beer... And tomorrow you bettah show me how to use that blaster of yours. And how to speak that crazy language."
Drake smiled, there was potential in this girl.
Time went on, and with it Kailani became a more integral part of Drake's piracy. Demanding to pull her own weight, Kailani became a full fledged member of the crew of Drake's ship, The Bloody Hand. She quickly became proficient in blaster usage and even took to carrying her blaster with her everywhere, not willing to be caught off guard at gun point again.
One of the crew men, Aviden even took the time over three years to show her basic vibrosword usage, and this too she kept strapped to her back at most times. Kailani, to the surprise of everyone enjoyed battle. An adrenaline junkie, Kailani would sometimes even instigate fights just for the thrill.
As well as combat, her years on The Bloody Hand also expanded her language palette. Huttese, Durese and Rodese were spoken fluently amongst the crew members, and with time and patience Kai found herself understanding their short comments and learning the languages so vital to this business.
Though Kailani's involvement went past simple translations and negotiations. Much to everyones surprise, what Kailani lacked in technical ability and business sense she made up for in natural pilot skills. During one particular mission around Coruscant, their main pilot Trevor was slaughtered by a disgruntled Balosar from a rival crew that had tried to commandeer the ship with his friends. The enemy crew had brought their ship out of hyperspace right by The Bloody Hand and tried to shoot out their engines while their mateys waged battle within.
Kailani taking control of the ship was able to shake off the pursing vessel while Drake and the others quickly stomped out the stowaways. Beeming with pride Drake announced Kailani as the new Pilot for her fine handling of the vessel.
And such time went on. Kailani Quix was no longer a nobles daughter, her parents having accepted the loss of their daughter, but a self proclaimed pirate. Violent with a taste for alcohol, she followed her whims and made a name for herself, even if it was mostly in self endorsement.
We're All Just Chasing Windmills. (Twenty to Twenty-Four)[/u]
The life expectancy of a pirate in this galaxy isn't very high. Most die young, and generally tragically. Drake Hellion, despite his heroic past and string of good luck was no exception.
Business deals go bad sometimes, a certain Hutt wants a bigger cut than hes do, and a head strong Captain will piss off the wrong people along the way.
They came in the wee hours of the morning, as Captain Hellion, Kai and the crew were Tattoine at a local dive waiting for a Republic Freighter that would be entering the system soon. They were thoroughly intoxicated, Drake having taken a fill of a deathstick when the Mercenary came in.
Kailani saw the Mandalorian walk in, and knew immediately something was wrong, but it all went to quickly. Her reflexes slowed, she was a moment to too late. A blaster bolt struck Drake between the eyes as he enjoyed the hallucination the drug was giving him. He died with a smile on his face.
A shoot out started, and in the end the offending Mando escaped, their blaster bolts bouncing off his armor. Kailani never learned what deal went poorly, who screwed over who. In a moment her whole world collapsed. Most assumed she'd run back to her parents, begging for forgiveness. What they didn't expect was her to take up the Hellion ship. Clad in the jacket and pants Drake died in, Kailani took command of the Hand and its crew. They had a business to run.
Despite the brave face she gave amongst the men, Kailani was destroyed by Drake's death. She drank in excess, drowning the pain away in whiskey and spending long hours in her cabin on the ship in silence. When questioned about what she did during those long quiet hours she'd always respond "Chasing windmills."
Girl's Got a Mean Left Hook. (Twenty-Five to Present)[/u]
Despite her determination, Kailani proved to an ineffective Captain. Most of her sources were wrong, and the few raids she successfully pulled off were small. Many of the men quit within a few weeks, only those most loyal to Drake remained and listened to her demands.
Kailani, despite her terrible leadership skills proved to enjoy the power it gave her beyond measure. In every new port she'd order a large metal chair to be carried into her bar of choice, her throne. A boastful woman, Kailani was often proclaim herself to be the greatest and most successful Pirate Captain in the galaxy.
It was also around this time that Kailani got into what she called "Bar Brawling", which was in a way a nightly boxing match she'd pick with a fellow patron, usually with her crew taking bets on the outcomes. These boxing matches, usually performed with Kailani completely inebriated, where eventful to say the least. A surprisingly agile woman, Kailani was able to dodge most blows and land some hard ones herself. Most days Kailani could be spotted with an array of colorful bruises.
As well as her nightly fights, Kailani had become quite the card player. She played high and she played confidently, and generally such turned out in her favor. The most frustrating moment of her life was when she bet The Bloody Hand in a game of Pazaak, and lost to a Zeltron with a great poker face. A failure as a captain, Kailani fell more into her tavern brawls, using them as her only source of income while she awaits a new job offer.
RP Sample:
Let it be known far and wide that a fist to the face hurts. This was something Kailani Quix was all too aware of. The crowd in the club mouthed in soundless screams. They were making noise, but all the woman could hear was the sound of her own heart beat. Whump. Whump. Whump. It pumped hard, the blood pouring down her face with unusual quickness.
The girl across from her grinned, enjoying the screams of the crowd as they watched the blonde's face turn to gory horror. Kai, ever sarcastic grinned back, fists held out as they walked in slow circles about each other. The blood pumped harder.
Whump. Whump. Whump. Kailani's vision spun, the Corellian ales she had earlier were still with her, adding to the challenge. "Come on, chica. Hit me again." She smiled widely, circling the Twi'lek smuggler that was her challenger.
She couldn't hear the distinct slur in her voice, she wasn't even fully sure if she had spoken aloud. The woman grimaced at her taunt and swung forward, her fist coming close. Kailani ducked with surprising speed and popped back up with a quick uppercut, her fist connecting with a loud crack into the womans jaw.
The crowd screamed, and this time Kailani could hear it. With a bright grin she wiped the blood from her lips, the coppery salt taste lingering as she spoke. "Alrighty boys, get mah throne. Round of shots on me!" The crew behind her sighed, but the sound was drowned out by the screams of the cheering crowd. Their bets had paid off, and Kailani Quix yet again remained the nightly champion as she settled into the giant chair her crew dragged in.
