Post by Moonfire on Apr 22, 2018 23:09:20 GMT -5
 Glowstick Full Name • Diva Liliwen Veline Nickname • Glowstick, Lili Race • Theelin/Ghostling Hybrid Birthplace • Dantooine Age • 20 Gender • Female Sexuality • Demisexual Faction • Fringe Concept • Utterly Useless Glow-in-the-dark Friend. Languages • Basic Assets • Ole Bessie, A Speederbike, a handful of half rotten and poorly cobbled together blasters. Appearance Height & Weight • 5'7, 117lbs Overall Looks • Theelin and Ghostling heritage, a rare virtually unheard of mix has created a startling, almost eerie looking beauty in Lili. Her most immediately noticeable trait is her hair, long and straight with a slight coarseness to it, bright forest green in color. Its hue matching perfectly with the dappled freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose and in the small, asymmetrical spots across her chest and shoulders. High cheek bones frame wide, sparkling eyes in a paler shade of green, soft spring grass. Tall and slim, Diva walks like her ghostling father digitgrade, on the tips of her toes, and can usually be seen barefoot, as few shoes made on Dantooine accommodate such posture. Willowy and lithe, with slight muscle giving her body tone, definition from the training she went through under Gordon's tutelage. Diva is, unabashedly girlie in dress, most comfortable in dresses and skirts, happy to feel the sun on her fair skin as she lovingly tends to her garden. Most interesting about Diva though is her skin. In the daylight is gives off an almost undetectable radiance, bright and healthy. But dim the lights and watch as she seems to glow, illuminating the darkness around in in a pale, yellow light. In total darkness she shines most brightly, though her natural glow can be noticed in even the slightest shade. Despite her now near constant confusion, Diva holds herself rather proudly, in an almost prissy sort of way, and when she speaks she can come off as rather stiff in countenance, contrasting with the softness of her voice. When embarrassed, the young woman has a tendency to flush red and cover her face with her arms, unwilling to let someone see her in such a compromising way. Personality Profile Stemming from a peculiar childhood Diva is blessed, and cursed, by extreme naivety. Completely lacking in physical affection growing up she is often perplexed and confused when people draw comfort from touching, and has little to no understanding of adult relationships, or much of how the real world works. A task as simple as dealing with a merchant can leave her confused and baffled for the rest of the day. This of course doesn't means she's stupid, having a strong head for numbers Diva can handle most accounting, though isn't completely comfortable with the holonet and most electronics. A very high maintenance person to be around, Diva craves positive reinforcement, requiring frequent verbal praise and attention. If not given the appropriate amount of daily positivity Diva will quickly become concerned that she has gravely offended you and will devote the rest of her day to trying to fix whatever grave faux pas shes made. On the flip side though Diva is every one's cheerleader, quick to give out bright cheerful praise and rain compliments. Background Father • Yaral Veline, deceased Mother • Rhaela Veline, deceased Other Important Connections • Janus Yarloc, unwitting accomplice. Overall History • Love makes one do crazy things. Dangerous things even. Diva, or as she prefers to be called, Lili's story begins with the love her parents, a poorly made match in the opinion of all around them... Yaral Veline was a ghostling male born and raised in Datar, their beautiful homeworld. He lived like many of his people, fascinated by the galaxy outside their shimmering forest villages. He was a handsome member of his race, with gold skin and shiny, onyx black hair, and while Yaral dreamed of the galaxy outside his forest home, he never truly believed he'd leave. Life off Datar for Ghostlings was hard, most planets had much higher gravity, making the slight ghostlings easily fatigued and not nearly as graceful as the danced and moved with lithe grace on the very tips of their toes. No, Yaral, had resigned himself to live his days on Datar as a musician forever. Until of course, he met her. Rhaela, an artist theelin had come to Datar by mere happenstance. She was a Core dwelling woman, born and raised on Coruscant by parents who hoped the lineage of their species would live on with their daughter, despite the mutations that plagued them. Rhaela had not been spared though, her marriage to a human man was crumbling and she found herself unable to carry a child to term for him, miscarrying many times in their 6 years together. The heartbreak became too much, and so she left to search the stars for beauty, to forget her dying people and rotting marriage. She went to Zeltros seeking pleasures, Naboo for noblity, Eshan for discipline and strength and, by merely a whim she found herself in the glowing forest nests of Datar, surrounded by the most beautiful, etheral creatures she had ever seen. Rhaela painted constantly, inspired by their world and their people and at a simple festival she met him. Yaral was much younger, never married, but he found the theelin woman fascinating. Her vivid green hair and the spots that dappled her paleness in bright blotches. At first they were mere friends, mesmerized by one another but understanding that a relationship between the two would end only in unhappiness. But as time grew on, they learned to love one another from a distance. Love wasn't in their touch, but in their eyes. The learned that loss of physicality was worth one another's company, to be together. To share sweet words and moon-eyed glances. But Yaral's family rejected such notions, such foolishness. Why banish yourself to a life of celibacy and temptation and pain for a single woman, a woman whose own race was dying. But they didn't care, and when Yaral and Rhaela couldn't convince the Veline's otherwise, they left. Rhaela showed her fragile love the galaxy he always dreamed off. Taking him across the stars, before marrying on Ruusan, declaring their love for one another on the edge of a sparkling cliff. They did not kiss to celebrate their union, the love was in their eyes. After they traveled though they decided to settle, to find a world they could live on comfortably, simply and enjoy one another's company. Dantooine, a grassland planet, rural and simple. It was perfect. The pair bought a plot of land just outside one of the smaller towns and set up a farm small farm. It was tough at first, Yaral easily worn out in the heavier gravity, and Rhaela unsure of herself. But slowly but surely things began to shape up. The locals didn't approve of them much, two strange aliens living in their midst, happy to keep themselves isolated. And more curious was the way the couple acted together. They never touched in anyway, standing a most respectful difference, like friends but claimed to be married. They were off-putting, attractive yet uneasy. They never did make friends with the locals, but that was okay, they had each other. As the years passed though, Rhaela felt an emptiness. Her mother called to inquire from time to time on how the happy couple was doing, to remind the daughter that it was her responsibility to make a child, to carry on the species, despite her husbands... inabilities. But Rhaela refused, she would never be unfaithful to Yaral, who doted on her, loved her in every way he could. No, if she were to attempt to carry another child it would be his. Only his. After much discussion, about her past with miscarriages, about her fears, they decided to go to Coruscant and try. It wasn't long before they found a doctor. After a few tests it was confirmed, they were an excellent match for in vitro fertilization. They went home just a few weeks later full of hope and with a bun in the oven. Rhaella's pregnancy went surprisingly smooth, the fresh air of Dantooine and the warm grassland sunshine did wonders for her. And nine months later a small, faintly glowing baby with green freckles and sparkling eyes was born. Rhaella hoped she be a musician like her father, or a painter like her, and in honor of the Theelin order of songstresses she named the girl Diva. They were happy, so happy to have a little girl. But things proved to be strained quickly, as a toddler Diva ran forward and fell in a hard hug, against her father's legs, snapping the frail bone beneath. It took months for Yaral to recover, and from that day on they began to instill new values in the daughter, fearful that such an incident could be repeated as the child grew in size and strength. That day they instituted new rules. Touching, of any sort was kept at minimum, and as the child grew older and more independent it stopped all together. This isn't to say that Diva's parents loved her any less, not they adored their sweet girl with her long green hair and her gentle glow, smattered with bright green freckles. They adored her, but like their love for one another they loved from afar. And in this way the girl grew. Physical affection was kept at a minimum while praise and sweet words were dished out like food, toys and gifts were piled upon the girl who frolicked in their garden on the tips of her toes in pretty dresses. They homeschooled Diva, the locals still suspicious and unwelcoming to the family, and continued to keep to themselves. Diva never questioned why her parents slept in separate beds or never hugged or even kissed. Such notions as sex and physical affection were foreign and not spoken of, and deprived of the holonet and others she never knew there was any other way. Of course, every child was curious of their origins and when Lil asked where she had come from her parents put it simply. When a mother and a father loved one another very much a doctor helped them make the baby. Rhaela, then detailed the scientific version of reproduction, and Diva nodded in understanding. The parents knew that someday they'd have to talk to her about the world outside their home, but for now they were happy, in their little bubble. Such happiness rarely lasts forever. In rural lands simple disagreements over livestock or a slim section of land can become all out wars, this though was no war. Simply an ambush. Yaral and Rhaela had bought their land from a kindly old man who didn't mind the alien couple or question much. It was a fair and honest deal, but when the old man died and his greedy son came back to town he was livid to find such a queer little family on property he still considered his. The legal battle was quickly settled, Yaral was definitely the rightful owner, but the son, Jar'ki was not satisfied. The towns folk were quick to come the aid of their native son, and before long the Veline's were hardly able to go into town for general goods without being harassed and called racist slurs. And then there was the fire. To this day Diva only has the slightest idea of what exactly happened. She awoke, startling by the sudden heat that filled the once chill room with a roar, just a wisp of a girl at 11. Angry shouting of the racist townsfolk was barely heard over the sounds of the fire. The frightened family managed to escape their burning home, Rhaela dragging a screaming Diva as Yaral tried to confront the men who torched their home. No expected Jar'kai to do it, to beat the ghostling man savagely. But he did, the cruel expression of his face visible to all his pals, who thought they were just going to scare them. Yaral died instantly, a blow to the head shattering audibly his fragile skull. With a toss Rhaela threw her daughter into their small shed before running out to pummel the men with her fists. The others were happy to leave it there, their point had been made, no aliens were going to cheat them out land. But Jar'kai had other intentions. As the theelin woman screamed and cried and bashed her fists against him he slapped her, laughing as his friends shouted to leave her be. He over powered poor widow and in their struggle, snapped her neck, laughing all the harder as she crumpled to the ground. The farmhouse burned all night and late into the morning as Diva watched from her shed, afraid to leave even after the human men had left long before. She curled up in the straw of the dark shed, her light greenish glow all that illuminated the tiny space and finally fell asleep. Diva awoke with a start late in the afternoon as the shed door swung open, a hulking human man with a whiskered face and a grim expression loomed above her. Diva screamed, flailing and trying to get away as the gruff man leaned close, observing the soot and hay covered girl in just a simple nightshift. Gordon Belrin was a bounty hunter, looking for a man who went by the name of Jaquen, an alias, but his sources had led him to the small town, in search of the ruthless Jar'kai who had been involved in some spice trade in the cities, as well as a few violent crimes. The old bounty hunter looked over the girl, and offered words of comfort, telling her she need not be afraid of the likes of him. His words were sweet, and he kept a respectful distance and in her infinite child like trust she accepted him. Gordon took the child into town to the local authorities who made it clear that they didn't plan to investigate very far into it, when they asked the girl about her next of kin she explained that she didn't know her father's family at all, and her mother's weren't available for contact. The girl, if not claimed within the week would be taken into the city and placed in the system. Belrin himself was a man raised in the system, a place not well suited for children such as Diva. He noticed, the lithe little alien girl with her eerie beauty and greenish cast, the way she acted strange. Physical affection are frightening, even the lightest of touches unwelcome, she wasn't stupid. No the girl was good with numbers, could read and write and spoke well, though with a peculiar accent. She wouldn't last in the system, like so many others. Gordon then took it upon himself to take the girl to his sister, Sarah who lived a few towns over, but only after he finished his bounty... Jar'kai had settled himself quite happily in his old father's home, getting ready for a paid off lawyer to pull some strings to award him the deed to the old farm Yaral and Rhaela had loved so dearly. The house was gone, but the fields still fertile and the livestock all living. It would be his in days. But at night he lingered at the bar that rested beneath the inn Gordon and Diva were staying at, telling stories. On the 5th night at the inn Gordon confronted Jar'kai, a rumble ensued and Diva watched as the man who killed her parents died at the hands of her new savior, and was rewarded justly. The poetry of it all spoke her. When it came time for Gordon to hand the girl over to his sister, she begged to stay with him, to learn his trade. Gordon killed bad people and brought them to justice, he was a hero in her eyes. The gruff man tried to convince the girl she was too young, too naive for such work. But the little girl, almost a teenager refused him. Adamant. And so began their unlikely partnership. Gordon quickly realized how high maintenance the girl was, requiring strict physical boundaries and constant verbal attentions and praise, and Gordon, in his gruff way was willing to give it. With a few quick transactions he'd sold the farm and set them off about the galaxy, living from place to place. The years went by and he trained Diva, though he preferred calling the girl by her middle name, Liliwen, as his apprentice. What she lacked in physical strength she made up for in speed, quick and nimble. She couldn't hold a blaster rifle, but pistols and throwing knives became quick tools of her trade. As well her aptitude at treating injuries and doing minor, and sometimes quite severe wounds made her nearly invaluable to the older Bounty Hunter. He encouraged her skills with extra research on the subject and frequent practice. By the time the girl was 17 the pair only had one another, Gordon doting on her between training sessions, leaving only for a few days at a time as he went off in search of bounties. He didn't want to bring her into the game just yet, firmly believing she deserved a childhood, to learn to read and be a kid, despite the long hours she spent working on her aim, and running through their makeshift homes. By the time Diva reached her 20th birthday Gordon, now pushing 50 had hoped she'd let go of her romantism, ready to let go of the silly notions of being a bounty hunter. Times had changed in the galaxy, the Sith had invaded seizing several planets in the region, and bounty hunters, even those working within the eyes of the law weren't quite respected. After much prodding and convincing Diva had won, Gordon agreed to take her off, across the planet for their next bounty. The bounty was on a man who, during the invasion switched sides, becoming a Sith trooper. He was wanted for a variety of violent crimes and Gordon was tasked with bringing him in for justice. Diva, dressed in her prettiest clothes and staying at the inn arrived for their meeting a moment too late. The aged Gordon was no match for the young, dirty fighting military man and was taken out before his young female companion as she adjusted the ribbons in her hair, eager to play her part. With Gordon gone, and only a couple thousand credits to her name Diva found herself trapped with an old speeder and no concept of the world around her, and new found hatred for the uniform that took her only friend away. Managing to purchase a ticket to Nar Shaddaa Diva is propelled by only the need to fulfill her mentor's training, to become a bounty hunter herself. |
