Post by Lobo on Apr 5, 2013 21:11:20 GMT -5
Name: Kara Carroll
Age: 18
Race: Zeltron (Zeltron/human hybrid)
Birth place: Corellia
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 110lbs
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: brown
Appearance: Short is one word that comes to mind. She isn’t your average zeltron. Most people think of her people as being tall, slender and curvy. Well she isn’t tall. She does develop the curves but never the height, taking more after her mother. Her coppery-brown hair is kept long but mostly stays in a bun or braid so it doesn’t get in the way. Her blue eyes often hold a dangerous spark to them, especially if interrupted while working, being hit on or being called a zeltroian. She’s a Corellian damnit.
Kara when not in a uniform or her mechanics coveralls she dresses modestly. Most normally a pair of cargo pants, t-shirt, preferably blue and her Academy jacket. She is rarely without her dog tags. It is a rarity to see her in shorts. She never wears bikinis preferring the more modest one-piece. On her right arm she wears a long glove that is meant to keep her cybernetic arm from being exposed to the elements. Her armor is a combination of green and brown with the DLA emblem emblazoned on her shoulder.
The only thing to date that mars the young woman’s appearance is that her right arm, from just bellow the elbow down is cybernetic, earned during the constant fighting with the Sith Soldiers on Dantooine. It is a plain, no nonsense piece of tech with a crude heart painted on it by her mother. Along with the arm are scars across her body from combat. On her back is a tattoo with two sparrows and between them the words, Never forget followed by her mothers name, rank, and date of death, on her left deltoid is the emblem of the DLA.
Personality: Friendly, open and loves to be around friendly people. She detests negative emotions like the majority of her people. She can’t stand to stand still and has to be working on something about 90% of the time. Be it a ship, repairing armor, droids or cybernetics. Kara is a true gear head. When not in her room studying she is in the garage repairing something or performing maintenance. She likes machines, they don’t talk back and you have to figure out for yourself what the problem is. They also don’t look at her like she’s someone to sate your sexual desires.
She hates being judged by her heritage and those that do end up with a fist in their face. She doesn’t mind causing a little bit of pain. Pain is a learning experience. Before the Sith invasion she abhorred killing but it has become second nature to her this past year. She still hates to cause people pain, but she has gotten used to it. At the end of the day it comes down to one simple thing for her. The Sith deserve what happens to them. They brought it on themselves when they attacked innocence…killed her mother. They would all PAY!!!
Profession: DLA Mechanic/ Medic/
Previous Faction/Rank: Republic Military Academy Cadet.
Equipment:
Data-pad
Data Chips containing books on Biology, Medical Studies, and cybernetics
Tool kit
Medical kit
Field Kit
Padded Flight suit
Cybernetic Forearm
X2 medpack
Black VD-31 dubbed Black Betty
Weapons:
Sith Blaster Riffle
Rev'Ant 62 Light Blaster Pistol
Sugthrower Rifle (scoped hunting rifle)
x2 Combat knife
Starship: N/A
Skills:
Medical Training (novice)
Mechanic Training (Cybernetics and Vehicles, Adept)
Survival Training (novice)
Scout Training (novice)
Iridonian Martial Arts
Languages:
Old Corellian (Mostly Fluent)
Basic
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio:
Kara Carroll was born on the planet of Corellia in 1398 AHW to a human military officer named Josi Carroll. Josi was a young officer stationed on her home world of Corellia. During one of those nights on the town all young soldiers participate in she met a certain, smiling, charming, dazzling individual that literally wooed Josi out of her pants and into his bed, that individual just happened to be a zeltron. A month later she found out she was pregnant. Josi was twenty-five at the time and had just been promoted to the rank of 1st Lieutenant. That was a nice sharp kick to the career. She wasn’t discharged luckily. Instead she was put behind the desk for the duration of her pregnancy and for a year after the birth of her beautiful, healthy…pink baby girl she named Kara. She didn’t remember much about the girl’s father, only his first name, Karano, but made sure to raise her as best she could. Josi was a doting, affectionate but strict mother. For the first year of her daughter’s life she was a bit of a challenge but once Kara started walking…it was even worse.
As soon as she could walk she was getting into everything. Soon after came the running and not long after that….the climbing. Kara was a natural climber from an early age…first the coffee table, then chairs. When Kara was three, Josi came into the little girl’s room only to hear, “CATCH ME MOMMIE!!” And without warning the young dare devil jumped from the top of her bookshelf. Josi to this day doesn’t know how she never managed to miss catching her daughter, but not once when she heard those heart stopping words did she fail to catch the little pink skinned brunette. Josi also soon learned about something else concerning her daughter. She had received the full benefit of her father’s zeltroian empathic abilities. She knew when her mother was sad, happy, mad or otherwise.
As Kara grew, she took greater risks. She proudly claimed to have broken her leg three separate times when she was a child. If she wasn’t taking some sort of risk, she wasn’t having fun, she wasn’t living. She ran all over the base, climbing trees, jumping from one to the next like an oversized spider monkey. Kara did grow up with rather strict rules in place. Her mother was an officer in the Republic Military after all. Though strict her mother was always fair with her and never placed undo restrictions on her daughter….except for when it came to boys. Many young men and many older ones had misconceptions about Kara. They looked at her and saw a zeltron and nothing more. Her father’s people’s reputation had that affect. Kara set out to behave differently than her fathers people…holding a secret resentment for the man.
Through the years the girl received training from her mother in the use of blasters, hand to hand combat and survival training. Kara took well to the hand to hand and combat training but not so much to the blasters. They never felt right in her hand. She was fast, she was smart and she was daring.
From an early age she had a love for mechanics. Her mother had an old broken down speeder bike that had been out of service for years that she had been planning on restoring. But between her duties as an officer and a mother, she had never realy gotten around to it. One day when Kara was twelve her mother found her with the engine halfway torn apart and cleaning it out, all the wile looking over diagrams for the old heap. It took two years and a lot of trial and error, but the old speeder bike was soon up and running…if in need of a paint job.
At this point in time Kara truly ran into her first issue with her zeltroian heritage. She, like her full blooded kin didn’t like negative emotions and did everything she could to make sure those around her were happy…but there was one thing she could never stand. Someone looking at her as just a sensual hedonistic nymph annoyed Kara more than anything. Josi had enrolled Kara into military academy there on Corellia, a coed academy. When she was fourteen year’s old some older boys had thought she would be up for some ‘fun’ because of what they had heard about zeltrons. They were wrong in so many ways. Both of them ended up with broken noses, and very sore genitals. Kara didn’t like being treated this way. The Headmaster called Josi to the Academy and tried to talk down to her about her daughter… Josi wouldn’t let a admiral talk about her daughter like that, she sure as frell wouldn’t let a washed out paper pushing Major. She tore the fool a new one before having her daughter transferred to an all female military academy on Corellia.
At this new academy Kara excelled. Around here were young women of similar mind to hers and instructors that after coming to know Kara, learned she didn’t fall into the same category as her father’s people. She was bright, cheerful, helpful and considerate of others feelings. Often times before a teacher could arrive at a brewing fight, Kara would be there helping to calm the situation as best she could, using her pheromones to their full effectiveness. The teachers and Headmistress did have one challenge concerning the young woman. Where to place her within the training courses in the academy. She was a skilled mechanic, but had a bright mind. It would have been a shame to waste it on nothing more than fixing broken vehicles. In the end she was placed into medical courses when it was learned that she had interest in that field. Kara wanted to know how everything worked, even biological life forms.
She took to these courses like a fish to water, absorbing everything that came her way like a sponge. The thought of saving lives over taking them thrilled the young woman more than words could describe. She worked as hard in this as she does at everything else. Her instructor in this was also the schools counselor. She did very well in both her engineering and medical classes, not dropping the former because of the field of cybernetics. She see’s the need for a military doctor to know how to build and repair a soldier’s cybernetics. Her other grades were acceptable but nothing spectacular.
While at this school she received further training in hand to hand, blaster and melee combat. Kara never much cared for using blaster weapons but did well in her CQC training and melee combat, especially with a force pike. Hand to hand, was the combat course she enjoyed the most and did the best at, putting more focus and energy into these lessons concerning riffles, pistols or melee weapons. The instructor’s name is Triz Xebec, a Iridonian Zabrak. It was her peoples form of hand to hand that was taught to the girls of the academy. By the time Kara is sixteen she had become skilled in hand to hand combat. This comes from the training with her mother when she was younger before she entered the academy and the further training she received there. Anything that allowed her to put an opponent down without doing any permanent harm was a good thing in her mind. Due to her natural empathic abilities she could sense the pain she brought and if she were to kill someone she knew that she would feel those last moments of terror.
It was also at this academy that she first met one of her father’s people. Treya Tenai, the counselor and nurse for the academy. She was also Kara‘s teacher in her medical classes. She taught Kara how to control her empathic abilities and some about her heritage. They became friends quickly, Kara feeling a kinship to the older woman. Treya also was highly amused by the young zeltrons sense of modesty. Kara never wore anything more revealing than a tank top. Kara explained she didn’t want people to judge her solely for her heritage, and that she felt she behaved as she did to do just that. This worked greatly with her fellow cadets. Also her bright, cheery nature was infectious.
When Kara was sixteen something terrible happened. Her mother had saved up her leave and school was out. They decided to go on a vacation, their intended destination was Dantooine. A peaceful world that held many wonderful beaches, wild country side and good honest hard working people. Kara had three months off from school and her mother had a month of leave. It wasn’t much out of an entire year but the mother and daughter would make the best of it. They visited many sights in Dantooine, including the old Jedi ruins and many other places besides, hiking through the peaceful landscapes of the world. They spent the entire month camping, her mother with her trusty blaster pistol and an old slug thrower she used for hunting their dinner, Kara with her combat knife, blaster and force pike. Both wore their armor, Josi treating this much like a training exercise, but regardless they had fun.
It was during this light hearted time the Sith came. They invasion hit the peaceful world like a rampaging rancor. Kara and her mother had been heading back toward town to hit the space port, Josi’s leave was up in a few days and they needed to get back to the Core. All in all it had only been three weeks of hiking and camping, but it was enough. They were talking about what they would do next year, Kara suggesting they go to Naboo while her mother argued for Alderaan. Little did they know that next year would come and go and they would still be on Dantooine. They came over the hill just in time to see a bomber drop its payload, leveling the Garang's spaceport. In that moment Kara was overwhelmed by the pain and fear that assailed her. So many strong emotions assailed the young woman’s mind at once. It was more than she or many an older zeltron would have been able to take. Her knees gave out and everything went blank.
When she woke her mother was kneeling over her, blood streaming down one side of her face and looking fairly haggard. Kara learned the Sith Empire had invaded the peaceful world with all the finesse of a crazed kath hound. They had taken the world and taken many of the people to labor camps. This didn’t sit well with either the Republic Marine or her teenage daughter. One felt it her duty as a soldier, the other as a citizen of the republic to fight the invaders. They talked long into the night from their hiding place inside of the old abandoned cave her mother had carried Kara to. Neither was one to sit still and do nothing. Kara opened her med kit and proceeded to clean and stitch her mothers wound, and checked her for a concussion. Apparently a couple Sith had tried to take them into custody…one making comments about the young zeltron.
This done they took stock of what they had, Kara noticing two new blaster riffles. Her mother was a scout sniper and had went back to clean up their trail and taken everything she could from the Sith, except their comlinks or armor which could have had trackers installed in them. They moved as soon as night fell, making their way through the landscape, both keeping low profiles as they moved along. They couldn’t stand out if their guerilla tactics were going to work. The republic only kept a minimal presence on Dantooine so the Sith likely thought they had already dealt with all the resistance. Kara and her mother were determined to prove them wrong and to help as many people as they possibly could.
Over the next year Kara and Josi would hit patrols when and where they could. They weren't foolhardy about it. They were only two and your standard patrol had at least three to five times that in number. They wouldn't hit a patrol larger than six...and always use the frags in a simple trip wire trap. When they did hit, Josi would set up at range and take out the commander while her daughter lay in wait. After a few shots fired off, Josi would stop as the Imps started to move toward her position. This is where Kara would normally drop out of a tree behind them and lay into them with a full auto spray from her blaster riffle. Her mother would have already moved into position to come out of concealment to hit them from the other side as the soldiers would spin on the young zeltron. This tactic worked out well. Both wore gillie suits her mother had made.
Kara and her mother left few witnesses; they were small time and never considered hitting anything larger than a six man patrol. They also didn't stay in the same place for more than a night. As soon as they hit one patrol they moved on and waited at least a week to hit the next, normally a hundred miles apart or more. The Sith started talking of the Sirens, for Kara had used her zeltronian heritage a time or two to their advantage. She would use her pheromones to lure stupid troops closer. Usually only one or two at a time but never more than three soldiers at a time. In the year they had been living there she had finally received the blessings of her father’s people, her modest chest swelling, and her hips broadening. Kara had become as curvy as any zeltron woman in the known galaxy.
They weren't alone. They knew about the DLA and had tried to find them to join up. This never worked out, as the group was as tight lipped as a hutt about his banking information. It wasn’t to say they didn’t have support. There were those they could trust for information, supplies and occasionally shelter. One such was a Doctor couple, the Antells. Jorri, the husband was a surgeon and his wife, Mirabel a cyberneticist. This particular contact came in handy on several occasions, one more so than others.
Kara and her mother came across some Sith soldiers harassing one of the native women, a girl barely older than Kara herself. Neither woman was about to let the troopers carry out their obvious intent. A brief plan was lain out. The troopers had cast aside their blaster riffles; to cocky to think anyone would try to stop them. They hit the troopers like a raging boma, Kara with her force-pike extended, her mother with both their combat knives. They couldn’t risk shooting the troopers for fear of hitting the girl.
There were only five Sith so she and her mother took the first three rather quickly, their faces covered as had become their practice. With only two troopers left they thought they had it in the bag. These two were dispatched soon. The Dantari girl had fled as soon as the fight broke out. As Kara and her mother began to gather up the weapon cells from the trooper’s one of them rolled over and slashed at Kara with a vibro-dagger. It caught her just bellow the elbow and cut clean through her arm. Screaming, Kara fell over and her mother quickly killed the trooper. She tended the stump of her daughters arm with a med-pack and wrapped it. Josi only knew basic first aid, but she knew enough to stop the blood flow. Kara soon loss consciousness due to both shock and blood loss.
She woke up in a familiar room. The one Jorri and Mirabel let her and her mother use on the rare occasions they stayed there. Bringing her hand to her face she feels something cold and hard in place of the calloused warmth she would normally have expected. Drawing her hand away she found it to be a cybernetic. A plain no nonsense but well made piece of hardware. Opening and closing her hand she noticed she could ‘feel’ with the hand. She knew this to be sensors in the hand that mimicked nerve endings, albeit in a pail imitation of a real hand. This didn’t stop her and her mother though. Kara learned to use her new hand on the go. Learned its limitations and its strengths. Mirabel had promised her a better hand, one more tailored to Kara than the standard model that now adorned her arm. With fresh supplies and a new mechanics tool kit for Kara to keep up on the maintenance of her new arm, they made their way back into the wilderness.
Word began to spread that the leader of the DLA, Dutch Sampson had been killed. They took this with a grain of salt, not believing anything the Sith put on their news casts. If they had in fact killed the rebel leader, they would have shown the grizzly images on the planets broadcast network. They continued their mission to harass the Sith when and where they could. Neither received any further wounds that required them to go to the Antells. It had been pure luck that they were in the area when Kara lost her forearm. They might not be so lucky the next time so they became more cautious.
It was three months later; they had headed toward the Kylah Plains. They had heard there was more DLA activity here and after Kara’s arm they definitely needed the support of others. They were maybe five miles outside of the town of Flint when they heard voices. Both mother and daughter looked at one another and made their way toward the sound, quietly. Kara used all the woodcraft she had learned from her mother in the past year. She was nothing compared to the older Corellian, but she was more than adequate to sneak up on your every day soldiers. It was only slightly larger than standard sized patrol, or so they thought.
They set up in their typical, tried and true method. Her mother ran ahead and found a likely spot to snipe from while Kara went to a place only half a mile from the patrol and climbed into a tree. They were skilled at this and had recently come into the posession of some frag grenades. Josi had set these up as trip wire traps to catch the slightly larger patrol off guard. Soon the sounds of Josi’s riffle are heard and Sith start dropping. Kara and Josi had never ‘hunted’ in the Kylah Plains before, so they didn’t think these Sith knew their preferred tactics.
The Sith rushed forward and hit the trip wire and four of the twelve man patrol hit the ground hard not to rise, three others were wounded. The Sith continued their advance more slowly. Kara knew she and her mother would have to move fast now. They had likely already called in for support, but the nearest backup was an hour away by speeder, maybe half that by transport. As the soldiers passed beneath Kara she counted to ten and dropped down laying into them with a full auto spray, feeling the strong emotions associated with pain and dying from these men. Over the past year Kara had become too accustomed to this for it to bother her anymore.
As the troops turned to return fire, Josi came running in as Kara leapt to the side and once again another full auto spray caught the soldiers off guard. Soon the remaining troopers went down, caught in the crossfire of the two Corellian’s. With a wave both moved in and started collecting clips, intel and everything else of use to them. But only as much as they could easily carry on their persons before moving on…and that was what the Sith had been waiting for. Josi and Kara had been caught in a trap set not for them, but for the elusive and troublesome DLA.
As they began to move they heard transports streaking toward them. As was the plan in such instances they split up. Kara going one way, her mother another with plans to rendezvous at an old laigrek hive several miles up the coast. The fighting was fierce, but Kara was fortunate enough to only catch a bolt through her shoulder before she is finally able to outrun the Sith. Waiting for nightfall, Kara makes her way toward the old hive using the light of the full moon to navigate the unfamiliar landscape. She didn’t dare to use her glow rod. It took her several hours, her shoulder was killing her, her lunges hurt and her stump of her arm ached as storm clouds approached from the east.
Kara reached the cave not five minutes before the storm struck with its full ferocity. Finding a likely spot Kara covered the entrance to this area of the caves with the roll out sunshield roll, set up a lamp before she removed her gillie suit and armor so she could check over and tend the wound on her shoulder. Just Kara’s luck, almost exactly where she had been shot once before. Without her mother there she does the best she can with what she has…they hadn’t gotten any more medpacs from the soldiers and she didn’t wish to use one of the last two they had. The fact that it had been a trap annoyed Kara, but she doubted she and her mother had been the intended targets.
Kara waited out the night in the cave and didn’t leave. It was likely her mother had bedded down somewhere else to wait out the storm. That was what she prayed for anyways. Dampening the lamp at the onset of dawn Kara put both her armor and gillie suit back on and headed out, leaving everything else there except for her weapons. All she finds is her mothers hunting riffle and combat knife, even with further scouting she finds nothing. Kara spent the rest of the day scouting the area, but found nothing.
A day had passed and Kara had seen nor heard anything about her mother. She was holed up in an upper cave when Sith soldiers entered the abandoned laigrek hive that the girl had been hiding in. They complained about this and that, the normal sort of things soldiers complained about. There were five of them, the girl was outnumbered and had decided to let them leave unharmed. Apparently one of them just wanted to see the inside of one of the hives. Then one said something that struck Kara’s heart and sent her into a rage. “That Republic Soldier we've been after, finally caught her…took five men with her bare hands... Well, we caught her. Wouldn't give anything up about the rebels...broke out and killed three guards...Blew up the house she was hiding in."
Kara fell upon the men; combat knife in hand and stabbed the speaker in the throat. She took another down before they knew what had hit them. Kara felt an impact in her shoulder as she turned to face the last one who had drawn out his sidearm. Kara ran at him yelling at the top of her lunges, tears streaming from her blue eyes. “FOR THE REPUBLIC!!!” She was shot in the side as she tackles the man and stabbed him repeatedly. Kara came to her senses just in time to watch the light flee from his eyes. She rose, her eyes becoming hollow as she felt him die. She gathered up her weapons, her mothers riffle and knife before getting out of there. With all the adrenaline she didn’t notice the pain in her side or shoulder, or that she hadn't been shot with a blaster but with a slug. She had gone a quarter mile before she noticed either wound, or the severity of them. Kara cursed and opened her padded armor and tended the wounds as best she could before continuing on.
She traveled like that for an hour, her steps slowly faltering until her knees gave out on her and she lays there face down in the dirt as it begins to rain… She blacked out only to awake to the baying of a kath hound and running feet. She looks up at a skull clad face, smiling...“Come to take me to hell have ye?” She asked raising an eyebrow and a grin. “Sent some Sith on ahead of me.”
RP Sample:
Kara had been at the DLA for a week now. She had talked to the commanding officers, if that’s what you can call them. It was nothing like the military structure she was used to. She had awaken in the infirmary with the infuriating droid called Surge. She had been out for an entire week. Luckily they had back traced her steps to the cave and been able to gather up the supplies she had stored there including the kolto so she had mended swiftly after the bullet had been removed.
She was on her way to see the woman they called Candi to get her tattoo. She understood she was a bit of an eccentric who didn’t talk. She found the woman easily enough in her studio. She was a pretty red head with tattoos on her chest an arm. She grinned at Kara and eyed her. The young zeltron/human hybrid was able to sense the other woman found her desirable. Kara snorted to herself at this.
“I’m here for my tat.” Is all she says as she sits down and removes her shirt. She was modest but had showered with other women since she was thirteen. “On my left deltoid if you please.” With a smile the eccentric woman gets to work tattooing. When she is done Candi is about to pack up her tools.
“One more thing...can I get this across my shoulder blade.” Taking a slip of paper from her pocket she hands it to the woman. The redhead looks at the words and smiles. Candi moves behind Kara as she unclasps her bra and lays on her belly. The artist sets to work swiftly. It takes some time…it was large tattoo. Tears ran down the girls cheeks as she received the tattoo. They were not tears of pain, not physical pain. No, they were tears of loss, tears of sorrow. She was a zeltron, and they felt emotions strongly. The door opens and woman she had never seen steps in and eyes the crying girl up and down.
“Kara…right? I’m Glitch. Your friendly neighborhood communications expert and hacker.” She see’s Kara’s tears and frowns looking to Candi. She walks over and look's at the girls back. What she see’s is this.
“Never Forget”
Capt. Josi 'Sparrow' Carroll G.R.M.C.
1356 AHW-1398 AHW
On either side is the image of a sparrow, Her mothers favorite bird and her call sign. Without a word Kara re-clasps her bra, puts her tank over her head and heads for the door. Stopping she turns to look at Candi and smiles faintly, "Thank you." Before making her way out of the room.
