Post by kenpachi on Nov 12, 2014 15:55:59 GMT -5
Name: Tiana Zore
Age: 26
Race: human
Birth place: Slaver space ship on way to Nal Hutta
Height: 5ft 6
Weight: 136 llbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Appearance: Tiana's appearance is one of contrasts. She moves like she wants to go unnoticed and talks in a quiet, considered tone as if she thinks through every word before letting it out. And yet she has covered her face in piercings that never stop drawing attention to her. The brand in her shoulder causes her to never wear anything that could let it show, usually jackets or hoodies that cover her as much as possible.
She is more muscular then most women her age due to intensive exercise in the last few years. Her eyes are dark and heavy, usually focusing in on one particular thing and holding it for long periods of time. Tiana bites her nails and keeps her hair at about shoulder length. She favours clothes that have hoods and show little of her skin. multiple piercings in her left ear, her nose, and her belly button. Multiple whip scars down her back that have been covered up and incorporated into large black angel wing tattoo's that stretch from the back of her neck all the way down to her hips. The number “23” has been branded into her right shoulder.
Personality: Tiana is quiet and withdraw when she is allowed to be. unless necessary she will never start a conversation with a stranger, and even then she will keep it to a minimum. Tiana also does not trust easily, especially people with power or demanding respect, coming from the way she knows all too well where that can lead. However if someone can get through her walls and befriend her, they will find Tiana one of the most loyal people in the galaxy, someone willing to die or kill at a moments notice to protect those she cares for. At the present only Mercan has done so.
Tiana has an extremely dark and sarcastic sense of humour, often thinking of mocking replies she will never say out loud when dealing with people.
While undiagnosed, Tiana is slightly psychotic. She has a very warped sense of right and wrong, where even the worst acts of violence are acceptable as long as they're against people she judges to be evil. if someone is not, in her mind, evil, they are either an innocent, in which case they are more or less irrelevant to her, she would never do something, that would hurt an innocent person, and indeed would change her plans if she suddenly realised it would do so. but at the same time if she DID cause an innocent person to be killed, she would not feel true shame or guilt over it, as it is chance not her who is at fault. She also finds a deep thrill in violence, both in fighting and killing people she feels deserves it.
the concept of "good people" only really applies in her mind to people she cares about or respects. there being few of both in reality.
the abuse that she went through nearly her entire life has left several mental scars along with her physical ones, along with her lack of trust, there is the fact she can not stand to be touched by strangers, as well as the fact she has a hard time sleeping peacefully without nightmares. Tiana rarely smiles, and even less often laughs.
Profession: Waitress at "blue skies" cantina, located on the west side of Dell Hutta's capital.
Previous Faction/Rank: former slave/package deliverer for the "Twenty-Three's" Gang.
Equipment: vibro-Combat Knife. (design here bleachseireitei.weebly.com/uploads/5/3/1/0/5310684/6184110.jpg ) Broken Vaccum mask (starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Vacuum_mask?file=VacuumMask-KOTOR.jpg )
Starship: none
Skills: Trained in boxing. experience in customer service and relations. some talent with gambling.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio: Tiana was born into slavery. Her Mother had been a month pregnant travelling to some backwater outer rim world in order to find work, when the ship full of civilians was hit by slavers. Most of the passengers were taken before they could even try to defend themselves. Tiana was born and immediately taken to Nal Hutta and sold on, she grew up with no idea who her family was. All she knew was that she was expected to work or she'd be punished. So work she did. From five until ten she was in a tiny factory that put together parts for cheep communication devices, from elven to fifteen she ended up sold to a moisture farm. And made to carry parts, water, food, and whatever else was in need of moving all day. Every day under the cruelty of those who ran the set up. If nothing else, it made her stronger. As well as which she found herself far better at not showing or giving in to tiredness when she knew she would be beaten if she did.
Fifteen was when they decided she was old enough to be of more use doing other work, and ended up back in the main city, where she had started off like some demented circle of life. They told her to be one of the smugglers between the Hutts she was owned by, and a infamous group of terrorists that were well known for their vicious attacks on civilians. and she'd said no. So they beat her and she still said no. They whipped her enough to scar her for life and Tiana said yes. The moment she was on a street she tried to run, they caught her before she'd made ten feet, the merchandise hidden in her coat to hide it having a tracking system in it to guard against that exact possibility.
And that time they branded her with the name of their gang. the Twenty Three's had no more patience and very calmly explained the next time they'd kill her. A few nights of finally giving in and doing as she was told and she was considering being shot as the better idea then the guilt for giving monsters the power to hurt so many people.
When she was twenty three, Tiana had reached the point where she had practically given up. Nothing was going to change. Nothing was going to end. She was going to run one last time and if she made it that was great, and if she failed and died that was nothing lost. In her desperation she had forgotten the explosive chips implanted in her the last time she had tried, something her masters had never let her do again. and had been the main reason behind no second attempt until now. She was being given the task of smuggling a small shipment of EMP grenades to the cities version of the red light district. Some dance club being owned by less then respectable people. And while walking through a large crowd she activated one, dropped it into a waste container and waited. It went off and fried her chip, as well as causing enough chaos that she could slip into the closest building.
The Blue Sky Cantina. a small place owned by an raging Bothan named Mercan. Terrified out of her mind and constantly looking over her shoulder, she had gone up to him and asked for a job. her exact words being "any job, the worst you've got. Please." As he was not an idiot, but was indeed a good man, Mercan could work out she was in deep trouble and desperate, so told her to go into the back room until closing time. Which saved her life as her former owners did indeed come into the place looking for her briefly.
When he asked for an explanation, Mercan took pity on the young woman and offered her a job as a waitress and the chance to rent out the tiny apartment above the bar. Tears of gratitude in her eyes, Tiana accepted.
her life turned around 180 degrees that day. a job she actually enjoyed and paid money that was hers to keep. It took her a long time to get used to buying things but settled into it and enjoyed getting to make choices about her appearance the most. It wasn't until a year or so later that Mercan picked up on the fact that she was spending large amounts of her money on work out equipment, especially the type for building muscles. When he confronted her, Tiana admitted that she was being consumed with a mixture of guilt and anger. Guilt for having what she saw as a life better then she had ever imagined she ever would when others she had known were still trapped in slavery. and at the same time, anger at the fact she had to see it going on every day and act like it was normal. And then she admitted that three months ago someone at the bar had been complaining to one of his friends a slave he'd just bought who wouldn't stop crying.
The more obvious it was he was talking about a child, the more enraged Tiana had felt. So she had gone over and started to flirt with the man who, like the majority of drunk men experiencing an attractive woman flirting with him, invited her back to his place. Tiana had batted her eye lashes at him and accepted.
It had been easy to convince him to pull his speeder over in a secluded spot. And stabbing him to death with the knife she carried around for paranoia that a 23 member would one day recognise her, had been disturbingly easier. she hadn't felt bad or shocked or even the slightest bit bothered about taking a human life. And that started to bother her until it occurred to her how pleased she felt to have removed from the world of someone that could be happy with enslaving another living being. In fact she felt better then she had in a long time.
Two months later she'd gone to another cantina located at the other side of the city, on one of her days off and done the same thing.
And Tiana was starting to realised she liked it. The violence and revenge all seemed to appeal to her, fuelled on by imagining how cruel they "probably" were to their slaves and how cruel her masters had been to them. She told Mercan all of this and laughed a little when describing it. Mercan was understandably worried for her mental well being. But he'd seen her scars, heard her nightmares and felt her flinch at the slightest touch. So, perfectly aware there was no hope in talking her out of it. offered to find her self defence training. Nothing spectacular or even enough to put her close to a member of the military and at least three whole weight classes below a jedi or Sith. But it was enough to make her know what she was doing in a fight and how to win most bar room brawls or alleyway scuffles.
She loved him for it, he was the only family she'd ever had and Mercan understood her without trying to push her into recovery. Often she thanked the force for letting her run into him that night.
From their she had to sit down and try to comprehend what she was trying to achieve. If it was just to make herself feel better then she could go on being a serial killer. But she wanted to help people, make a difference. And that would lead to being recognised. If she pissed off the wrong person then she'd be dead. and so would her adoptive Father. Which was not going to happen because of her.
What was being sold for scrap, became her most treasured possession. A broken Vacuum mask was picked up for the next to nothing it was realistically worth. But painted a dark blue, it became what Tiana convinced herself was something memorable and dramatic. Somehow in that time she got it into her head that she was going to be a hero. a legend. One who changed the galaxy forever.
The first time she wore it, she kicked in the door to the smallest 23's hideout she knew of with a blaster and tried to shoot the place up and run. Instead she discovered that she was the galaxy's worst shot. And only managed to shoot the wall behind the four surprised gangsters. all of which were bigger and more experienced then her.
Tiana wisely ran like hell. only surviving because she was able to loose them for the few seconds needed to tear off her mask, take off her coat, and look like she belonged there. even managing to give the people looking for her directions in the opposite direction of where she was heading.
A week later she hijacked a land speeder, parked it so as to barricade the one entrance. and burned it down. She sat across the street and watched it turn to rubble once the flames caught the stocks of flammable weapons inside with a giant smile hidden under her mask. After that she painted the words "THE NEXU HUNTS." on the front of the speeder and quickly slipped away.
it did not have the ground shaking effect she wanted. in fact no one cared beyond the gang itself. who searched in vain thinking that some upstart new gang was trying to make a move and who put a lot of work for anyone wearing something to identify themselves as a "Nexu" as any gang would. Of cause it didn't work, and Tiana went out of her way to pull the "pretend to seduce so as to get someone private and with their defences dropped" move she had pulled off before, and killed one of the gang that had joined in the years since she'd escaped their clutches. She even let him see the brand on her shoulder as a way to let him know why she was doing what she was doing.
In the year since then, her body count has gone up to 17. mostly just when opportunity presented itself, but two more times going out of her way to break into the home of people directly in the business of selling slaves to kill them. Both times finding slaves actually in the basement and letting them use everything of worth in the building as a way to support themselves now they were free.
No one outside the planet has heard of her, but on world, there has been a price put on her head for "Dead or alive" that only goes up every time she kills someone. A fact that Tiana takes with pride in herself for doing what she sees as right.
RP Sample: Tiana fell back onto her bed, breathing heavily and dragging the back of her hand across her forehead to wipe away what sweat she could, but still it was stinging her eyes and making her feel unpleasant. She'd have to shower before starting her shift or Mercan would be unhappy and the customers weirded out to say the least.
The main benefit to her job was the busiest times were from the evening onwards, so when she had a half day, it left her with the brightest part of the day to work with. So she'd used it to its full potential and gone running. There was an entire district she knew of that had gone to a ghost town at some point or another. She didn't know any of the details and didn't really care. But what she did like was the fact that it was more or less empty. Especially of vehicles, which meant she could actually get a speed going without worrying about being run over every few minutes.
Although today she had to concede that she may have pushed herself too far. Her leg muscles were burning by the time she staggered back through the side entrance of the Blue Sky, and the staircase up to her quarters had felt like a mountain to her. But now she was in bed, and she felt like pulling herself into a ball and hibernating for a few seasons. Not that she was likely to get the chance to be that lazy for that long stupid world with its stupid responsibilities. Most of which were her own fault but still. She really knew better then to complain. Pushing herself like that was vital, because it was the only way she was going to get stronger, and if she wasn't making herself more powerful, then did she even have a purpose?
It was a simple matter of requiring herself to be better. She'd lost a fight a week back. Not even one she started for a nice change. Just the wrong time and the wrong mugger getting the drop on her. She was still amazed she hadn't ended up with broken ribs, but what killed her was the burning shame and helplessness she had felt knowing the guy could have killed her if he'd wanted instead of just taking what little coin she had on her. It didn't matter he had been carrying a pipe and she'd left her knife at home. It didn't matter she never saw it coming. That made it worse because in her warped mind both of those things were her fault, and she could have so easily been more prepared.
Sighing Tiana swung herself too her feet and reassured herself next time it'd be different, she'd win. And everything would be okay, no matter how hard it was. she'd make it.
