Post by Poludnica on Jan 4, 2013 11:45:15 GMT -5
Name:Miri Ene Rio deVisio
Age: 26
Race: Human (Humani culture)
Birth place: Rio House Vessel / Nomadic Humani Fleet/ Coruscant Space
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color:Blonde
Appearance:
Theme
She is colorful, soft and round. Her rather plump, full physique emanates warmth. The impression is amplified by a storm of blonde curls framing oval face with small perky nose and wide cheekbones. Small, cupid bow lips and sky blue eyes finish the whole image of innocent fragility. Miri doesn't have a beauty of a fashion model neither a figure of one but she gives this strange feeling of pleasant tranquil.
Around her people tend to feel safe , whether she does it by genuine and honest smile or positive emotionality, something in her looks doesn't speak of predatory intentions. Her low timbre has clement quality to it, being a trained alto range it is rather calming and rich. It goes well with all the curves and fullness of her body.
Her skin is pink and flushed more than pale, bearing nicks and scars here and there but nothing Miri would worry about. She isn't a vain person to be bothered by impeccable looks but likes to get attention which is reflected in all the colors around her. Jewelry, plethora of it. Violets, yellows, blues - the entire rainbow can be found on Miri at the same time and the sets never repeat. Like a magpie, the girl gathers all the shiny objects around, preferably putting them later in her hair. You just can't miss this girl in the crowd even if her height is only moderate.
Personality:
Excitable. Sometimes to the point of being annoying she is this cheerful spirits that is always laughing, even through tears. She considers life is to enjoy and it often ends too abruptly so Miri doesn't hold herself back when it comes to drinking, gambling and dancing. It is reflected in her gestures which are very vivid and intensive as if she was using all her body to talk. Which also makes her unable to hide any emotions - everything can be seen in Miri's expressive face.
A free spirit - the girl resents any form of repression which shows how she abhors slavery as well as tries to impose ones will on her. Miri is fiercely independent which probably is a reason standing behind her career choice. The young Humani dances on a verge of law, paying little heed who is in charge.
Sith,Republic, Hutts - Miri doesn't differentiate between them. Species doesn't matter as well, you are either Humani or a non Humani, regardless of species and blood color. That said, the young woman loves her people. Miri often gets homesick, which pushes her to visit the Humani fleet at least once a year to share with what she earned (in more or less legal manner) with her family and their friends.
Despite her work, despite shady business and tendency to steal various things in a harmless manner, Miri is kind to those who she deems worthy of it. She rarely can stand abuse of those disadvantaged or weak, especially children who the girl always tends to protect and has never been able to walk pass a starving child indifferently. This doesn't mean she can't get angry - on the contrary, when someone deserves her ire, either by being untrue to their word or abusive toward poor and those who can't protect themselves.
That also means Miri only steals from those who can afford to be stolen from. She can often be found cheating at gambling games or fishing for rich men to nick credits from them which shows she can be seductive when really wants to, making up for shortcomings of her looks with cheerful charm and warm attitude. Never though Miri goes beyond short flirts, mostly because of her insecurities considering physical intimacy. She has issues with it, something that Miri doesn't openly admit to neither wants to talk about.
With problems in physical closeness comes uneasiness around men who are more than just targets of the theft. It's some kind of strange, primal fear which causes her to run away whenever things get too serious. On occasion Miri can react with aggression to more insistent flirting, which makes her more of a loner, finding and spending time with women rather than men. It just feels safer this way.
Profession:
Con Artist, Performer, Occasional Thief
Previous Faction:
n/a
Equipment:
Throwing knives.
An azure crystal hanging on a silver chain. A good luck charm given her by a Seer.
Skills:
Singing
Languages: Basic, Humani, Huttese
Small Blade Fight Apprentice
Knife Throwing Exert
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed:5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 3 (can throw a punch when desperate)
Melee Weapons: 7 (only knives)
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
In the land of Gods and Monsters
The day Miri let out her first cry wasn't marked by a good omen. Rio housing vessel suffered dangerous explosion in an engine chamber. Only two casualties were noted but the incident would be remembered by many years to come, painting Miri as a child that brought misfortune. Of course there was nothing unusual about her luck but self fulfilling prophecy did it job and whenever a rather lively child got in troubles that bad omen was recalled to validate the claim Miri was nothing but problems. And as any good child that craved attention she filled the role assigned to her by family: a black sheep and a trouble maker. Just like her father – a small time smuggler and a thief for hire, who would often leave the fleet to work for non Humani leaving his wife Allola – a singer blessed with angelically sweet voice – and four daughters to fend for themselves.
Despite constantly absent father Miri certainly didn't suffer from abandonment issues. Humani were tight knit communities with plenty of family members helping each other. Aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents – all of them tended to the youngest, helping the lone mother to raise the girls. Miri wasn't the most favorite child but it didn't seem to bother her back then. She laughed,learned to sing and dance like many Humani did. Miri's family consisted of performers, acrobats, dancers, singers...So the young girl was taught all those things but quickly it became painfully obvious she had no talent nor spatial orientation to dance properly. As if Miri had two left legs, always stumbling over her own feet.
It was then collectively decided she was supposed to sing and thank the Flux, to this the girl showed good deal of aptitude. Miri's shortcomings were just another form of the bad omen that haunted her from birth showing, but there was one family member that began to favor the blond haired dervish – Casillo, Ene family senior and Miri's grandfather. Maybe he just noticed similarities between them or just felt like an outcast himself – whatever the reason, Casillo took liking to Miri, noticing her intelligence and inborn curiosity her sisters seemed to lack.
Senior Ene had one important quality that would later shape the sheer core of Miri's personality. Unlike many of his people, he was really well educated, spending many years away from Humani fleet sneaking in various lectures in the Core or learning things from those he worked for as a dancer. He could fluently read and write, had extensive knowledge of various things that happened in the Galaxy. Casillo could be called an old fashion self taught scholar and he noticed the same drive in his youngest granddaughter.
Risking wraith of his daughter in law, Casillo would often sneak Miri out of her singing lessons to teach the girl basics of reading and writing, as well as to tell all the stories from his adventures. She listened with flushed cheeks, enthralled by the exciting and heroic tales. They were one of the first things that woke up her craving for knowledge and experience. Even after his death, shortly before Miri's seventh birthdays, his teachings wouldn't fade and a part of him was always present in how the girl behaved, what she wanted. Thanks to him she could write and read with fluency rarely met among Humani.
I was an angel
As Humani tradition dictated Miri was sent away to the relatives away, from her immediate family to train, so her skills will be varied and benefit this small community. Not every child would be shipped away but the girl's mother sought it as an easy way to get rid of a constant troublemaker, counting on strict discipline her sister in law exerted to temper Miri's tendency to make problems.
It was difficult to tell if Miri wanted to go. There was adventure in it and the child grew quickly bored with her mundane tasks that didn't provide much of a novelty, but she was also very close with her siblings. Especially her older sister Vanice. The two were inseparable for years and so sudden split pained them both. But an elder's word was a law in their clan and the two girl had no say in it. Few days after her seventh birthdays Miri was taken to Metellos were her mother's family had a small, but prospering business.
The Moria Shows...Miri would never forget the first time she had entered a strange mix of theater, burlesque and a circus in one of the Metellos lower districts. Certainly it wasn't a place for a child but no one really paid attention. In this underbelly the entire Humani family lived, in the evenings performing for the common crowd, children were no exception. Acrobats, dancers,magicians, singers, actors and what was suppose to become Miri's future act - knife throwers.
For few years Miri lived and trained along with other children. Singing wasn't enough for a strict uncle so the girl had to chose another skill, dancing was out of the question as the girl suffered from a terrible coordination. Finally, something no one really expected, Miri showed an aptitude toward something and so was paired with one of her older cousins to train with knives.
There was one more thing any child in this family was taught, a much less lawful and decent skill. Miri wasn't fast nor very agile to steal unseen by vendors but found a way to compensate this. She knew how to distract with her cheerful, jubilant attitude and colorful presence. Her uncle, a magician did teach the girl few tricks helping to even lack of physical prowess. By twelve Miri already became a small time thief in open markets but to the immense displeasure of the family, she was stealing mostly books. Any kind of them, whatever happened to fall in her hands. She would stay up in the night, reading about everything and anything, from Galactic philosophy to trashy romances. This hobby became something freely abused by her plethora of cousins, but it only strengthens the girl's believe – they just didn't like the fact she was smarter from them, always willing to get into verbal exchanges.
But all in all, those were good years and aside from occasional homesickness, Miri always had fond memories of the Moira Shows.
Living in the garden of evil
It was time of Junta when Miri returned home, only to learn that few days before a tragedy struck Ene family. Her father's vessel was attacked by the slavers when trying to smuggle goods in Hutt space. Two of her older sisters that apprenticed under him were taken to be sold away, no other crew member made it. The burned husk of a ship was found few weeks later, drifting through space. One security camera was saved from the wreckage to show last few moments of the Humani freighter.
At first, Miri seemed fine, seemingly ignoring the tragedy but something changed in her. She became even more distant with her relatives, forcing her grief stricken mother to send her to apprentice as far away from their housing vessel as possible. There was a part of the girl that blamed their mother for this loss and never good relations were now a never ending conflict of pretenses. It didn't help Miri's mother became a heavy drinker with abusive attitude.
This time Miri didn't have doubts, with relief she left her close family and last living sister who was always the good daughter and a family angel. Unlike a certain troublemaker. Feeling only slightly guilty over leaving Vanice with the drinking hag, Miri returned to Metellos, further honing her skills in Moira Shows but despite familiar environment, many things changed and the young girl that left returned as still warm yet more cynical teenager.
That was a darker part of her life, when she got into rather bad company, learning to cheat and lie when needed. Moira Shows ran into a rough patch and every credit counted, no matter how obtained. She started her own shows, but the acts didn't make nearly enough to cover the growing debt so every member of the family had to pull their own weight. So Miri, a seventeen year old girl began to sneak into various bars, luring drunk men and women out of their credits. It was getting much easier with every passing month, as previously chubby, round child gained much more feminine look to her. Miri would never let anything to happen, though, as the work had its price – made the young woman scared of intimacy of any kind which meant more than once her skills with the knife had to come into play. More than she really wanted.
To even out this morally doubtful work, she would help those that needed it the most. Bring stray cats, tend to hungry street urchins. It became a sort of a habit that grew into a ritual when she reached her eighteen birthdays. After every job, Miri would give some of the earnings to those who most needed it in a local orphanage, though her family didn't really appreciate those small acts of kindness, believing blood bonds were much more important than others but by then no one could really exert any influence over Miri.
No one's gonna take my soul away.
Next six years flashed by, separated by few accidents and some brawls but Miri was avoided any serious harm aside from couple of broken ribs, two leg injuries and few scars. Not the bad outcome considering some of her friends didn't make it, like her cousin whose death, as many things before, was attributed to the bad luck Miri brought onto others. They were together on the job, risking robbing a casino, but underestimated the owner's viciousness. Darin was caught on counting cards and swiftly executed behind the building. Miri watched from afar, unable to make a move. The memory of this would always come back to her in often occurring nightmares, but on the outside it was still the same girl, hiding any emotional pain and doubts behind a pleasant, always smiling mask unless once manages to break through that barrier which sometimes happened, exposing everything.
But there was also brighter side to things. Miri became a sort of a local attraction with her unique voice and throwing knives act. Sometimes merging those two. Her outgoing, exuberant attitude sold on the scene well and it often brought enough credits to make decent leaving. Her old uncle was much less superstitious than Miri's mother and stayed cautious about the misfortune, still things happened that made everyone wonder if the young woman didn't really have something about her. Flux seemed often kind to Miri but not to people in close proximity.
A truth that even the girl started to believe and subconsciously drew away from many close relationship, be them simple friendships or something more. It was a strange occurrence for that extrovert young woman who sated the need of social contact with shallow bonds. Still, Miri never forgot her roots and would always put the family above all else. Even her strained relationship with the living parent didn't stop Miri from visiting their ship whenever possible, sharing money she had made working all over the Galaxy. Doing street performing, stealing, conning but always trying to help those in need.
One thing that never changed over the years was her love for reading and acquiring knowledge – a distant echo from the past when Ene senior had been alive so many times you can meet her lifting books from the local stores and sneaking into lecture rooms on various universities if only to get a glimpse of something exciting and new.
RP Sample:
"Hey, you! Get the hell out from my shop!"The angry scream echoed in a shady looking bookstore. Dark dust swirled in the air when the fair haired woman darted toward the doors with two datapads containing cheap novels tucked under her violet vest. ”Ei! I did nothing.” Miri protested loudly, lying of course as two stolen goods filled her pockets. Yes, it was hight time to leave the screaming vendor behind.
Laughing happily, Miri opened the doors and vanished behind the corner, losing a green scarf along the way which fell down the metropolis street. The girl stopped her sprint few hundred meters farther, heaving heavily from the physical excretion. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm the rapid pace of her breathing before gingerly taking out one of the datapads.
Temple of Doom and Moon.
Another chuckle escaped her once she read the horrendous title out loud. But Miri wasn't really this picky when it came to literature so put back the datapad, patting it gently. There was no pursuit thankfully, though the fact she had been spotted worried her. Was she losing her touch? Or was this only a day of her cousin's death that put strain on every activity as if his dimoni still lingered in the land of the leaving, trying to exact revenge.
Sighing, the woman turned to leave, hoping to give one more show today. The market was suppose to be buzzing today, a good day for business. But the woman managed to make only few steps before a pathetic mewl came from behind a forgotten trashcan. Startled at first, Miri froze, read to flee any moment but one look at a dark, curled ball told her there was no danger. It was only a stray cat.
Without hesitation, the girl reached her hands to get the starved looking kitty. The animal was weak, on a verge of life and death which immediately made her heart clenched with sadness. She removed the colorful vest and wrapped it around the mewling feline. ”You will be called Puddle.” Miri stated with a smile, slowly walking toward the market.
Unfortunately it took more time than planned –a speeder crashed into a street below. Apparently a green scarf suddenly came from the above, obscuring the driver's vision.
Age: 26
Race: Human (Humani culture)
Birth place: Rio House Vessel / Nomadic Humani Fleet/ Coruscant Space
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color:Blonde
Appearance:
Theme
She is colorful, soft and round. Her rather plump, full physique emanates warmth. The impression is amplified by a storm of blonde curls framing oval face with small perky nose and wide cheekbones. Small, cupid bow lips and sky blue eyes finish the whole image of innocent fragility. Miri doesn't have a beauty of a fashion model neither a figure of one but she gives this strange feeling of pleasant tranquil.
Around her people tend to feel safe , whether she does it by genuine and honest smile or positive emotionality, something in her looks doesn't speak of predatory intentions. Her low timbre has clement quality to it, being a trained alto range it is rather calming and rich. It goes well with all the curves and fullness of her body.
Her skin is pink and flushed more than pale, bearing nicks and scars here and there but nothing Miri would worry about. She isn't a vain person to be bothered by impeccable looks but likes to get attention which is reflected in all the colors around her. Jewelry, plethora of it. Violets, yellows, blues - the entire rainbow can be found on Miri at the same time and the sets never repeat. Like a magpie, the girl gathers all the shiny objects around, preferably putting them later in her hair. You just can't miss this girl in the crowd even if her height is only moderate.
Personality:
Excitable. Sometimes to the point of being annoying she is this cheerful spirits that is always laughing, even through tears. She considers life is to enjoy and it often ends too abruptly so Miri doesn't hold herself back when it comes to drinking, gambling and dancing. It is reflected in her gestures which are very vivid and intensive as if she was using all her body to talk. Which also makes her unable to hide any emotions - everything can be seen in Miri's expressive face.
A free spirit - the girl resents any form of repression which shows how she abhors slavery as well as tries to impose ones will on her. Miri is fiercely independent which probably is a reason standing behind her career choice. The young Humani dances on a verge of law, paying little heed who is in charge.
Sith,Republic, Hutts - Miri doesn't differentiate between them. Species doesn't matter as well, you are either Humani or a non Humani, regardless of species and blood color. That said, the young woman loves her people. Miri often gets homesick, which pushes her to visit the Humani fleet at least once a year to share with what she earned (in more or less legal manner) with her family and their friends.
Despite her work, despite shady business and tendency to steal various things in a harmless manner, Miri is kind to those who she deems worthy of it. She rarely can stand abuse of those disadvantaged or weak, especially children who the girl always tends to protect and has never been able to walk pass a starving child indifferently. This doesn't mean she can't get angry - on the contrary, when someone deserves her ire, either by being untrue to their word or abusive toward poor and those who can't protect themselves.
That also means Miri only steals from those who can afford to be stolen from. She can often be found cheating at gambling games or fishing for rich men to nick credits from them which shows she can be seductive when really wants to, making up for shortcomings of her looks with cheerful charm and warm attitude. Never though Miri goes beyond short flirts, mostly because of her insecurities considering physical intimacy. She has issues with it, something that Miri doesn't openly admit to neither wants to talk about.
With problems in physical closeness comes uneasiness around men who are more than just targets of the theft. It's some kind of strange, primal fear which causes her to run away whenever things get too serious. On occasion Miri can react with aggression to more insistent flirting, which makes her more of a loner, finding and spending time with women rather than men. It just feels safer this way.
Profession:
Con Artist, Performer, Occasional Thief
Previous Faction:
n/a
Equipment:
Throwing knives.
An azure crystal hanging on a silver chain. A good luck charm given her by a Seer.
Skills:
Singing
Languages: Basic, Humani, Huttese
Small Blade Fight Apprentice
Knife Throwing Exert
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed:5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 3 (can throw a punch when desperate)
Melee Weapons: 7 (only knives)
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
In the land of Gods and Monsters
The day Miri let out her first cry wasn't marked by a good omen. Rio housing vessel suffered dangerous explosion in an engine chamber. Only two casualties were noted but the incident would be remembered by many years to come, painting Miri as a child that brought misfortune. Of course there was nothing unusual about her luck but self fulfilling prophecy did it job and whenever a rather lively child got in troubles that bad omen was recalled to validate the claim Miri was nothing but problems. And as any good child that craved attention she filled the role assigned to her by family: a black sheep and a trouble maker. Just like her father – a small time smuggler and a thief for hire, who would often leave the fleet to work for non Humani leaving his wife Allola – a singer blessed with angelically sweet voice – and four daughters to fend for themselves.
Despite constantly absent father Miri certainly didn't suffer from abandonment issues. Humani were tight knit communities with plenty of family members helping each other. Aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents – all of them tended to the youngest, helping the lone mother to raise the girls. Miri wasn't the most favorite child but it didn't seem to bother her back then. She laughed,learned to sing and dance like many Humani did. Miri's family consisted of performers, acrobats, dancers, singers...So the young girl was taught all those things but quickly it became painfully obvious she had no talent nor spatial orientation to dance properly. As if Miri had two left legs, always stumbling over her own feet.
It was then collectively decided she was supposed to sing and thank the Flux, to this the girl showed good deal of aptitude. Miri's shortcomings were just another form of the bad omen that haunted her from birth showing, but there was one family member that began to favor the blond haired dervish – Casillo, Ene family senior and Miri's grandfather. Maybe he just noticed similarities between them or just felt like an outcast himself – whatever the reason, Casillo took liking to Miri, noticing her intelligence and inborn curiosity her sisters seemed to lack.
Senior Ene had one important quality that would later shape the sheer core of Miri's personality. Unlike many of his people, he was really well educated, spending many years away from Humani fleet sneaking in various lectures in the Core or learning things from those he worked for as a dancer. He could fluently read and write, had extensive knowledge of various things that happened in the Galaxy. Casillo could be called an old fashion self taught scholar and he noticed the same drive in his youngest granddaughter.
Risking wraith of his daughter in law, Casillo would often sneak Miri out of her singing lessons to teach the girl basics of reading and writing, as well as to tell all the stories from his adventures. She listened with flushed cheeks, enthralled by the exciting and heroic tales. They were one of the first things that woke up her craving for knowledge and experience. Even after his death, shortly before Miri's seventh birthdays, his teachings wouldn't fade and a part of him was always present in how the girl behaved, what she wanted. Thanks to him she could write and read with fluency rarely met among Humani.
I was an angel
As Humani tradition dictated Miri was sent away to the relatives away, from her immediate family to train, so her skills will be varied and benefit this small community. Not every child would be shipped away but the girl's mother sought it as an easy way to get rid of a constant troublemaker, counting on strict discipline her sister in law exerted to temper Miri's tendency to make problems.
It was difficult to tell if Miri wanted to go. There was adventure in it and the child grew quickly bored with her mundane tasks that didn't provide much of a novelty, but she was also very close with her siblings. Especially her older sister Vanice. The two were inseparable for years and so sudden split pained them both. But an elder's word was a law in their clan and the two girl had no say in it. Few days after her seventh birthdays Miri was taken to Metellos were her mother's family had a small, but prospering business.
The Moria Shows...Miri would never forget the first time she had entered a strange mix of theater, burlesque and a circus in one of the Metellos lower districts. Certainly it wasn't a place for a child but no one really paid attention. In this underbelly the entire Humani family lived, in the evenings performing for the common crowd, children were no exception. Acrobats, dancers,magicians, singers, actors and what was suppose to become Miri's future act - knife throwers.
For few years Miri lived and trained along with other children. Singing wasn't enough for a strict uncle so the girl had to chose another skill, dancing was out of the question as the girl suffered from a terrible coordination. Finally, something no one really expected, Miri showed an aptitude toward something and so was paired with one of her older cousins to train with knives.
There was one more thing any child in this family was taught, a much less lawful and decent skill. Miri wasn't fast nor very agile to steal unseen by vendors but found a way to compensate this. She knew how to distract with her cheerful, jubilant attitude and colorful presence. Her uncle, a magician did teach the girl few tricks helping to even lack of physical prowess. By twelve Miri already became a small time thief in open markets but to the immense displeasure of the family, she was stealing mostly books. Any kind of them, whatever happened to fall in her hands. She would stay up in the night, reading about everything and anything, from Galactic philosophy to trashy romances. This hobby became something freely abused by her plethora of cousins, but it only strengthens the girl's believe – they just didn't like the fact she was smarter from them, always willing to get into verbal exchanges.
But all in all, those were good years and aside from occasional homesickness, Miri always had fond memories of the Moira Shows.
Living in the garden of evil
It was time of Junta when Miri returned home, only to learn that few days before a tragedy struck Ene family. Her father's vessel was attacked by the slavers when trying to smuggle goods in Hutt space. Two of her older sisters that apprenticed under him were taken to be sold away, no other crew member made it. The burned husk of a ship was found few weeks later, drifting through space. One security camera was saved from the wreckage to show last few moments of the Humani freighter.
At first, Miri seemed fine, seemingly ignoring the tragedy but something changed in her. She became even more distant with her relatives, forcing her grief stricken mother to send her to apprentice as far away from their housing vessel as possible. There was a part of the girl that blamed their mother for this loss and never good relations were now a never ending conflict of pretenses. It didn't help Miri's mother became a heavy drinker with abusive attitude.
This time Miri didn't have doubts, with relief she left her close family and last living sister who was always the good daughter and a family angel. Unlike a certain troublemaker. Feeling only slightly guilty over leaving Vanice with the drinking hag, Miri returned to Metellos, further honing her skills in Moira Shows but despite familiar environment, many things changed and the young girl that left returned as still warm yet more cynical teenager.
That was a darker part of her life, when she got into rather bad company, learning to cheat and lie when needed. Moira Shows ran into a rough patch and every credit counted, no matter how obtained. She started her own shows, but the acts didn't make nearly enough to cover the growing debt so every member of the family had to pull their own weight. So Miri, a seventeen year old girl began to sneak into various bars, luring drunk men and women out of their credits. It was getting much easier with every passing month, as previously chubby, round child gained much more feminine look to her. Miri would never let anything to happen, though, as the work had its price – made the young woman scared of intimacy of any kind which meant more than once her skills with the knife had to come into play. More than she really wanted.
To even out this morally doubtful work, she would help those that needed it the most. Bring stray cats, tend to hungry street urchins. It became a sort of a habit that grew into a ritual when she reached her eighteen birthdays. After every job, Miri would give some of the earnings to those who most needed it in a local orphanage, though her family didn't really appreciate those small acts of kindness, believing blood bonds were much more important than others but by then no one could really exert any influence over Miri.
No one's gonna take my soul away.
Next six years flashed by, separated by few accidents and some brawls but Miri was avoided any serious harm aside from couple of broken ribs, two leg injuries and few scars. Not the bad outcome considering some of her friends didn't make it, like her cousin whose death, as many things before, was attributed to the bad luck Miri brought onto others. They were together on the job, risking robbing a casino, but underestimated the owner's viciousness. Darin was caught on counting cards and swiftly executed behind the building. Miri watched from afar, unable to make a move. The memory of this would always come back to her in often occurring nightmares, but on the outside it was still the same girl, hiding any emotional pain and doubts behind a pleasant, always smiling mask unless once manages to break through that barrier which sometimes happened, exposing everything.
But there was also brighter side to things. Miri became a sort of a local attraction with her unique voice and throwing knives act. Sometimes merging those two. Her outgoing, exuberant attitude sold on the scene well and it often brought enough credits to make decent leaving. Her old uncle was much less superstitious than Miri's mother and stayed cautious about the misfortune, still things happened that made everyone wonder if the young woman didn't really have something about her. Flux seemed often kind to Miri but not to people in close proximity.
A truth that even the girl started to believe and subconsciously drew away from many close relationship, be them simple friendships or something more. It was a strange occurrence for that extrovert young woman who sated the need of social contact with shallow bonds. Still, Miri never forgot her roots and would always put the family above all else. Even her strained relationship with the living parent didn't stop Miri from visiting their ship whenever possible, sharing money she had made working all over the Galaxy. Doing street performing, stealing, conning but always trying to help those in need.
One thing that never changed over the years was her love for reading and acquiring knowledge – a distant echo from the past when Ene senior had been alive so many times you can meet her lifting books from the local stores and sneaking into lecture rooms on various universities if only to get a glimpse of something exciting and new.
RP Sample:
"Hey, you! Get the hell out from my shop!"The angry scream echoed in a shady looking bookstore. Dark dust swirled in the air when the fair haired woman darted toward the doors with two datapads containing cheap novels tucked under her violet vest. ”Ei! I did nothing.” Miri protested loudly, lying of course as two stolen goods filled her pockets. Yes, it was hight time to leave the screaming vendor behind.
Laughing happily, Miri opened the doors and vanished behind the corner, losing a green scarf along the way which fell down the metropolis street. The girl stopped her sprint few hundred meters farther, heaving heavily from the physical excretion. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm the rapid pace of her breathing before gingerly taking out one of the datapads.
Temple of Doom and Moon.
Another chuckle escaped her once she read the horrendous title out loud. But Miri wasn't really this picky when it came to literature so put back the datapad, patting it gently. There was no pursuit thankfully, though the fact she had been spotted worried her. Was she losing her touch? Or was this only a day of her cousin's death that put strain on every activity as if his dimoni still lingered in the land of the leaving, trying to exact revenge.
Sighing, the woman turned to leave, hoping to give one more show today. The market was suppose to be buzzing today, a good day for business. But the woman managed to make only few steps before a pathetic mewl came from behind a forgotten trashcan. Startled at first, Miri froze, read to flee any moment but one look at a dark, curled ball told her there was no danger. It was only a stray cat.
Without hesitation, the girl reached her hands to get the starved looking kitty. The animal was weak, on a verge of life and death which immediately made her heart clenched with sadness. She removed the colorful vest and wrapped it around the mewling feline. ”You will be called Puddle.” Miri stated with a smile, slowly walking toward the market.
Unfortunately it took more time than planned –a speeder crashed into a street below. Apparently a green scarf suddenly came from the above, obscuring the driver's vision.
