Post by aduor23 on Jan 1, 2013 0:54:15 GMT -5
Name: Seria Noyl
Age: 22
Race: Selonian
Birth place: Selonia
Height: 6 ft.
Weight: 206 LBS.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Appearance: A pleasant sight for the eyes, looks are very deceiving for her. Her fur is a chocolaty brown, but she has a unique white stripe on her long muscular tail. Her lustrous green eyes shine like that of a grass, but burn with a fury. Her primary clothing of choice is jet-black Mandalorian armor from which she found abandoned in the dune sea. Her body is rather slender, like most Selonians, but she does have alot of scars on her face and arms, along with teeth marks on her right leg. Her arms, while not very muscular, seem to be very nimble and precise, a good trait considering her unique armor, designed for ease of movement. Her claws are long and sharp, her teeth share this trait, but are white and shiny, showing a degree of care. A vibroblade hangs from the belt of her armor, while a multi-purpose blaster rifle is on her back.
Personality: She is cold and cares nothing for the safety of others, only herself and credits. She is very shrewd and loves to bargain and make the people that want to hire her pump out as many credits as possible, a good thing as usually it's the Sith that are hiring her.
In terms of politics, she believes the Republic old and unreasonable, believing that their style of government isn't able to maintain order throughout the galaxy, as she witnessed on many worlds during her travels across the galaxy. As such she tries to ally herself with the Sith as much as possible, proving a valuable spy, and she has become friends of many high-ranking officers in the intelligence agency.
She is very open to violence and considers it the best solution, after offering them credits has failed. She is hard to be reasoned with, and will pursue her quarry or continue her mission no matter what, warning people to stay out of the way... or else. She doesn't get along with other people hunting the same person, often killing them because she thinks they're in her way, or because she wants all the credits.
Spending alot of time around Imperials, she has picked up on their accent and manners. She considers herself above most Mercenaries in terms of behavior, and consider most Republicans and fringers savages. Even though she has yet to actually meet a real Jedi, she still considers them animals. She is also a very big fan of precision and speed in her assassinations, and is known for it. She had none of the morals Selonians had, and lied numerous times to increase credits and further her interests.
Profession: Mercenary
Equipment: L337 blaster rifle, Vibroblade, Jet-black Mandalorian armor
Skills: Persuade, Computer Use
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Ship Name: N/A
Bio: Born to a den on Selonia as a sterile female, she was assigned the duty of living amongst humans to get to know their culture and language. The den mother, how was different among most, being cold and not caring much about the other females except herself and the next den mother. She went to great lengths to find a person to take the young Seria in on nearby Corellia. They selected Heran Tri'ora, a supposed successful business man, how in truth was someone much different.
She was given away with haste, almost as if they wanted to get rid of her, but we'll never know. Heran found the young Selonian, cute, and began to bond with her, considering her his daughter. However, he had successfully installed the Sith propaganda, and it was time for him to return to Dromund Kaas. Realizing that young Seria had almost no manners, he knew she wouldn't make it in Kaas City. After telling his officers that he had some unfinished business on Corellia, he took the liberty of teaching her proper speech edict and ways to act.
After moving back to Dromund Kaas, he decided he would need a bigger place than his small apartment in Kaas City, and after his promotion to Captain and Senior Agent, he chose a roomy office on the outskirts of Kaas City, right near one of it's most prestigious academies. As Seria came of age, he decided that he should enter her in this academy, so she may be enlightened in the history of the Sith, and try to follow in his footsteps.
He poured credits into getting her in, he even had to bribe the leaders of the academy because she was an alien. She displayed a thirst for knowledge and had near perfect grades for her first 2 years. Soon after, her father retired from the Sith Agency, and he used the retirement money on an estate deep in the jungle and a private tutor, along with a blaster, to begin to train her in the ways of the agent.
Now, after not being raised in a Selonian den, she had no morals that Selonians had, and he began teaching her deception and persuasion in the hopes that she may become an agent herself. At about ten years of age, she had alot of knowledge on the history on the galaxy, and was getting better and better at persuasion and deception. She enjoyed looking over a waterfall deep in the jungle which the estate building was placed next to, and also gazing at the beautiful lightning spectacle that light up the dark night sky.
When she was a young teenager, she was beginning to be taught how to use a blaster rifle and a vibroblade. She showed great promise in accuracy and sniping, along with using a vibroblade in rapid coordination and swift, graceful movements. She was reluctant to try out her rifle on the predators of the jungle, finding the vine cats beautiful but she gladly took out the other beasts around the estate. A year later, her father sent her out with two other commandos to eliminate a small population of Gundarks, and a few escaped Boma's.
After setting out in a ferocious lightning and rain storm, they found a bunch of boma's and easily slayed them, she took pride in being the one that delivered the killing sniper bolt to the cranium of the main Boma. But the challenge was just beginning, as they came across the Gundarks. Slowly, the two commando's fell to the small Gundarks until only she remained, and she predicted that these were all pups, and she was right. She soon found the mother, and scared out of her mind, attacked it.
A vicious fight ensued, she tried to use her blaster, but it kept coming. The Gundark knocked the rifle out of her hands, and she was pushed to the ground. She was driven into a vicious fury, grabbing out her vibroblade and viciously stabbing the Gundark in the throat multiple times, before turning it over and gutting it. She did not go without injury, though, a giant bite was on her right leg. She managed to limp to the estate, a Gundark ear in her pocket. Much to her father's dismay, she refused to have kolto treatment, and left it as a battle scar.
Her father was even angrier at the fact that she hadn't came back and asked for more troops, so mad, that in a fit of rage, he refused to let her back inside after she had ran an errand. Disgruntled, Seria decided to head into Kaas City and try and get a shuttle off-world. After seeing the cheapest ticket was to Sleyheron, she reluctantly bought it and went on her way. Once arriving in Sleyheron, she knew that she needed work to maybe get some nice credits.
Coincidentally, or by fate, she quickly found work in a local Imperial office of law, hunting down targets for the Empire. Soon after many successful contracts, including killing a local crime-lord Bar Sarcarta, she was ordered by the Imperials to escort a mineral transport ship from Sleyheron to Tatooine and back to Dromund Kaas. After encountering little resistance on the first leg of the trip, she had stiff resistance from pirates in the Tatooine system, after holding them off as long as possible, her ship took a critical hit, followed by the mineral transport, but she was much luckier. The mineral transport drifted too close to the star, and was pulled in by it's gravity, soon disintegrating. Seria ship lost control and plummeted toward Tatooine's surface, before crashing in the vast dune sea.
After crashing and realizing that she was much alive, she decided to scavenge what she could from the stricken starship. After finding no more than about two gallons of water, she headed out into the massive desert. Facing stiff resistance from the native Sand People, she managed to survive until she came across a homestead. After 'negotiating' with the people there, she faced a problem, their speeder had been damaged beyond repair a long time ago. She decided to wait until maybe a Sandcrawler would stop by and she could hitch a ride.
Deciding it to risky for her to stay at the homestead due to her paranoia of the Sand People, she took what supplies she could and headed back out into the Dune Sea. After countless more raids and depleting supplies rapidly, she found that she had about 20 power cells left in her blaster, but a stroke of luck seemed to hit her. On the horizon stood an abandoned sandcrawler, likely the work of the Sand People. Deciding to take advantage of their savageness, she boarded the derelict sandcrawler and found it chock full of parts, power cells, and even something special, a speeder.
Eager to use the speeder, she took it out to the front, but something caught the corner of her eye. It was a body, with black armor, perhaps a Sith Trooper! Her body filled with hope, but it turned out to be a hunter who had been slain by the sandpeople, after reading his datapad, she found he had gotten lost in the Dune Sea, after running out of power cells, he fell quick to the sand people.
Deciding she could use the armor, she carefully striped it of the body, deciding to see if she could modify it to her needs later .Realizing that the hunter must've come from somewhere close, she guessed a random direction for the speeder. Again, luck was on her side, and she soon came across the colony of Mos Illa, and eagerly went to tell the Sith office what had happened.
After much confusion as to who she was, the Sith official there was angered that the transport had been destroyed, but knew that the metal on Tatooine was worthless anyway. After offering help to get offworld, he was declined quite quickly, but she told him to keep atleast one shuttle always ready for her. Soon after visiting a supply shop, who's owner was an expert at replicating Mandalorian armor, she sold the armor, but then used the credits to get herself a custom made armor nearly the same color, but with more special attachments, and something more suited for her body.
Lately, she has stayed on Tatooine, hunting and doing mercenary work for the Sith.
RP Sample:
Seria stared out at the distant Dune Sea from the windows of the cantina. She was supposed to meet with some important contact. She locked eyes with this other mercenary across the canitna. It was probably her rival, Sli'Kcha, an Ubese, who had been competing with her to get as many contracts as possible. Now, nobody other than the Sith officials knew that she was Selonian, so nobody knew what she was capable of, making it easier to goad people into fighting her. She took another sip of ale.
"Delicious!" she thought, or maybe it was just the nice cold taste of a liquid against her parched tongue. Either way, she was enjoying it, and continued to watch her rival with the corner of her eye. She loved this Mandalorian armor, it was roomy, and allowed a still rather wide field of vision, unlike most Sith trooper armor. Also, she could bluff people into thinking she was Mandalorian, even though she was trying to meet up with a trainer, and had started memorize some forms of hand-to-hand combat.
As she was about to take another sip, she noticed him start to reach for his blaster, she felt adrenaline rush through her, and she reached as fast as she could for her blaster, and pulled it out, but she already saw a flash come from him. She felt a hard hit against her armor, but it absorbed it. She squeezed the trigger once, and a three-round burst of energy zapped his body, frying it. The body fell harmlessly to the ground, one rival down.
"Sorry about that..." she said as she tossed the bartender a 10-credit chip.
Age: 22
Race: Selonian
Birth place: Selonia
Height: 6 ft.
Weight: 206 LBS.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Appearance: A pleasant sight for the eyes, looks are very deceiving for her. Her fur is a chocolaty brown, but she has a unique white stripe on her long muscular tail. Her lustrous green eyes shine like that of a grass, but burn with a fury. Her primary clothing of choice is jet-black Mandalorian armor from which she found abandoned in the dune sea. Her body is rather slender, like most Selonians, but she does have alot of scars on her face and arms, along with teeth marks on her right leg. Her arms, while not very muscular, seem to be very nimble and precise, a good trait considering her unique armor, designed for ease of movement. Her claws are long and sharp, her teeth share this trait, but are white and shiny, showing a degree of care. A vibroblade hangs from the belt of her armor, while a multi-purpose blaster rifle is on her back.
Personality: She is cold and cares nothing for the safety of others, only herself and credits. She is very shrewd and loves to bargain and make the people that want to hire her pump out as many credits as possible, a good thing as usually it's the Sith that are hiring her.
In terms of politics, she believes the Republic old and unreasonable, believing that their style of government isn't able to maintain order throughout the galaxy, as she witnessed on many worlds during her travels across the galaxy. As such she tries to ally herself with the Sith as much as possible, proving a valuable spy, and she has become friends of many high-ranking officers in the intelligence agency.
She is very open to violence and considers it the best solution, after offering them credits has failed. She is hard to be reasoned with, and will pursue her quarry or continue her mission no matter what, warning people to stay out of the way... or else. She doesn't get along with other people hunting the same person, often killing them because she thinks they're in her way, or because she wants all the credits.
Spending alot of time around Imperials, she has picked up on their accent and manners. She considers herself above most Mercenaries in terms of behavior, and consider most Republicans and fringers savages. Even though she has yet to actually meet a real Jedi, she still considers them animals. She is also a very big fan of precision and speed in her assassinations, and is known for it. She had none of the morals Selonians had, and lied numerous times to increase credits and further her interests.
Profession: Mercenary
Equipment: L337 blaster rifle, Vibroblade, Jet-black Mandalorian armor
Skills: Persuade, Computer Use
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Ship Name: N/A
Bio: Born to a den on Selonia as a sterile female, she was assigned the duty of living amongst humans to get to know their culture and language. The den mother, how was different among most, being cold and not caring much about the other females except herself and the next den mother. She went to great lengths to find a person to take the young Seria in on nearby Corellia. They selected Heran Tri'ora, a supposed successful business man, how in truth was someone much different.
She was given away with haste, almost as if they wanted to get rid of her, but we'll never know. Heran found the young Selonian, cute, and began to bond with her, considering her his daughter. However, he had successfully installed the Sith propaganda, and it was time for him to return to Dromund Kaas. Realizing that young Seria had almost no manners, he knew she wouldn't make it in Kaas City. After telling his officers that he had some unfinished business on Corellia, he took the liberty of teaching her proper speech edict and ways to act.
After moving back to Dromund Kaas, he decided he would need a bigger place than his small apartment in Kaas City, and after his promotion to Captain and Senior Agent, he chose a roomy office on the outskirts of Kaas City, right near one of it's most prestigious academies. As Seria came of age, he decided that he should enter her in this academy, so she may be enlightened in the history of the Sith, and try to follow in his footsteps.
He poured credits into getting her in, he even had to bribe the leaders of the academy because she was an alien. She displayed a thirst for knowledge and had near perfect grades for her first 2 years. Soon after, her father retired from the Sith Agency, and he used the retirement money on an estate deep in the jungle and a private tutor, along with a blaster, to begin to train her in the ways of the agent.
Now, after not being raised in a Selonian den, she had no morals that Selonians had, and he began teaching her deception and persuasion in the hopes that she may become an agent herself. At about ten years of age, she had alot of knowledge on the history on the galaxy, and was getting better and better at persuasion and deception. She enjoyed looking over a waterfall deep in the jungle which the estate building was placed next to, and also gazing at the beautiful lightning spectacle that light up the dark night sky.
When she was a young teenager, she was beginning to be taught how to use a blaster rifle and a vibroblade. She showed great promise in accuracy and sniping, along with using a vibroblade in rapid coordination and swift, graceful movements. She was reluctant to try out her rifle on the predators of the jungle, finding the vine cats beautiful but she gladly took out the other beasts around the estate. A year later, her father sent her out with two other commandos to eliminate a small population of Gundarks, and a few escaped Boma's.
After setting out in a ferocious lightning and rain storm, they found a bunch of boma's and easily slayed them, she took pride in being the one that delivered the killing sniper bolt to the cranium of the main Boma. But the challenge was just beginning, as they came across the Gundarks. Slowly, the two commando's fell to the small Gundarks until only she remained, and she predicted that these were all pups, and she was right. She soon found the mother, and scared out of her mind, attacked it.
A vicious fight ensued, she tried to use her blaster, but it kept coming. The Gundark knocked the rifle out of her hands, and she was pushed to the ground. She was driven into a vicious fury, grabbing out her vibroblade and viciously stabbing the Gundark in the throat multiple times, before turning it over and gutting it. She did not go without injury, though, a giant bite was on her right leg. She managed to limp to the estate, a Gundark ear in her pocket. Much to her father's dismay, she refused to have kolto treatment, and left it as a battle scar.
Her father was even angrier at the fact that she hadn't came back and asked for more troops, so mad, that in a fit of rage, he refused to let her back inside after she had ran an errand. Disgruntled, Seria decided to head into Kaas City and try and get a shuttle off-world. After seeing the cheapest ticket was to Sleyheron, she reluctantly bought it and went on her way. Once arriving in Sleyheron, she knew that she needed work to maybe get some nice credits.
Coincidentally, or by fate, she quickly found work in a local Imperial office of law, hunting down targets for the Empire. Soon after many successful contracts, including killing a local crime-lord Bar Sarcarta, she was ordered by the Imperials to escort a mineral transport ship from Sleyheron to Tatooine and back to Dromund Kaas. After encountering little resistance on the first leg of the trip, she had stiff resistance from pirates in the Tatooine system, after holding them off as long as possible, her ship took a critical hit, followed by the mineral transport, but she was much luckier. The mineral transport drifted too close to the star, and was pulled in by it's gravity, soon disintegrating. Seria ship lost control and plummeted toward Tatooine's surface, before crashing in the vast dune sea.
After crashing and realizing that she was much alive, she decided to scavenge what she could from the stricken starship. After finding no more than about two gallons of water, she headed out into the massive desert. Facing stiff resistance from the native Sand People, she managed to survive until she came across a homestead. After 'negotiating' with the people there, she faced a problem, their speeder had been damaged beyond repair a long time ago. She decided to wait until maybe a Sandcrawler would stop by and she could hitch a ride.
Deciding it to risky for her to stay at the homestead due to her paranoia of the Sand People, she took what supplies she could and headed back out into the Dune Sea. After countless more raids and depleting supplies rapidly, she found that she had about 20 power cells left in her blaster, but a stroke of luck seemed to hit her. On the horizon stood an abandoned sandcrawler, likely the work of the Sand People. Deciding to take advantage of their savageness, she boarded the derelict sandcrawler and found it chock full of parts, power cells, and even something special, a speeder.
Eager to use the speeder, she took it out to the front, but something caught the corner of her eye. It was a body, with black armor, perhaps a Sith Trooper! Her body filled with hope, but it turned out to be a hunter who had been slain by the sandpeople, after reading his datapad, she found he had gotten lost in the Dune Sea, after running out of power cells, he fell quick to the sand people.
Deciding she could use the armor, she carefully striped it of the body, deciding to see if she could modify it to her needs later .Realizing that the hunter must've come from somewhere close, she guessed a random direction for the speeder. Again, luck was on her side, and she soon came across the colony of Mos Illa, and eagerly went to tell the Sith office what had happened.
After much confusion as to who she was, the Sith official there was angered that the transport had been destroyed, but knew that the metal on Tatooine was worthless anyway. After offering help to get offworld, he was declined quite quickly, but she told him to keep atleast one shuttle always ready for her. Soon after visiting a supply shop, who's owner was an expert at replicating Mandalorian armor, she sold the armor, but then used the credits to get herself a custom made armor nearly the same color, but with more special attachments, and something more suited for her body.
Lately, she has stayed on Tatooine, hunting and doing mercenary work for the Sith.
RP Sample:
Seria stared out at the distant Dune Sea from the windows of the cantina. She was supposed to meet with some important contact. She locked eyes with this other mercenary across the canitna. It was probably her rival, Sli'Kcha, an Ubese, who had been competing with her to get as many contracts as possible. Now, nobody other than the Sith officials knew that she was Selonian, so nobody knew what she was capable of, making it easier to goad people into fighting her. She took another sip of ale.
"Delicious!" she thought, or maybe it was just the nice cold taste of a liquid against her parched tongue. Either way, she was enjoying it, and continued to watch her rival with the corner of her eye. She loved this Mandalorian armor, it was roomy, and allowed a still rather wide field of vision, unlike most Sith trooper armor. Also, she could bluff people into thinking she was Mandalorian, even though she was trying to meet up with a trainer, and had started memorize some forms of hand-to-hand combat.
As she was about to take another sip, she noticed him start to reach for his blaster, she felt adrenaline rush through her, and she reached as fast as she could for her blaster, and pulled it out, but she already saw a flash come from him. She felt a hard hit against her armor, but it absorbed it. She squeezed the trigger once, and a three-round burst of energy zapped his body, frying it. The body fell harmlessly to the ground, one rival down.
"Sorry about that..." she said as she tossed the bartender a 10-credit chip.
