Post by Charlie Sharper on Jan 3, 2011 13:13:25 GMT -5
Name: Morwynn Skye
Age: 29
Race: Zeltron
Birth place: Tatooine
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 125 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Ultramarine Blue
Appearance: Morwynn would be considered by most to be an attractive girl, having a voluptuous but still athletic build. Being a Zeltron, her soft skin is crimson red and her hair is a brilliant shade of ultramarine blue. She has jade green eyes and her face has strong lines and high cheekbones. If she were not born a slave, she may have grown to be a holo-actress or model. Her back is almost covered with a tattoo which was one of two she received during her time as a slave, both denoting that she was the property of Greggor Masik. She keeps her hair length long, falling just past her shoulders, which she often wears in a ponytail. She is often seen in formfitting clothes, often covering her back up. She chooses her clothing dependant on the situation, but she can be often found in a white tank top undershirt and leather jacket and flight military leggings or shorts.
The color of her hair
Covers most of her back, the top third of the tattoo comes up around her shoulders, where it meets her collarbones, the top most tendrils the come down her chest. This tattoo denotes that she is the among the most coveted of slaves of Greggor Masik.
Is at the nape of her neck and denotes her as a member of the Krayt Dragon Crime Syndicate (as property of Greggor Masik).
Personality: Morwynn isn’t very trusting of new comers and can be harsh to people she doesn’t know, but those of those who she does trust, they know her to be a loyal friend. She carries emotional scars and physical scars from her childhood as a slave. She is a strong woman and is always ready to make her opinion known. She's not overly moral, but she does live by a code: steal from the rich and give to the poor (Especially when the poor include her). She is extremely intelligent and resourceful and will use her looks to her advantage, but she is far from loose.
Profession: Fringer
Equipment:
B-44 Blaster Pistol
"Swatter" Blaster Pistol
Medical Bag
Skills:
Advanced Medical Training
Precision Shot
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +2
Ship Name: N/A
Bio: Morwynn born on the planet of Tatooine to a young slave for a local Hutt named Greejo, and as such was the aforementioned Hutt’s property. She grew up in squalor, only getting to see the decadence of the rich when Greejo threw parties. Greejo wasn’t particularly wealthy, nor particularly smart, he would gamble and lose often, causing him to constantly rely on his family to pay off his debts. After years of doing this some of his family got rather tired of covering his losses and when Morwynn was fourteen Greejo lost a particularly large sum in a game of pazaak and his relatives cut him off forcing him to sell young Morwynn. She was sold to a human crime lord named Greggor Masik that held control of most of Mos Eisley. He was a cruel man with a sick mind and he saw the Zeltron as the perfect addition to his slave collection. He had her branded with his insignia on her back, a tattoo she still has to this day. She would experience the worst days of her life at Masik’s hands and she lived in a nightmare for the following three years as she was forced to submit to his every desire and will.
Morwynn had always been a particularly smart child and she read as much as possible, having learned from a fellow slave, and she had the uncanny ability to retain large amounts of knowlege. One thing that always intrigued her was medicine, she would read anything medical related she could find, and while Masik would try to keep such things from his slaves, Morwynn still found ways to access this knowledge through the holonet and holobooks that she would sneak into the slave quarters. She began to even learn first aid and would apply this knowledge by helping the other slaves when they were sick or injured, which was often for Masik was a very cruel master indeed.
When Morwynn was seventeen, her life would change forever. She was waiting on Masik when she accidentally slipped, spilling hot tea all over him. The man was so furious he aimed his blaster at her, threatening to shoot her. She cowered on the ground and he pushed it into her face, saying that it was her last mistake. She had reached her breaking point and she punched him in the groin. He was so taken back that he dropped the blaster, she grabbed it and leveled it out, he screamed curses and told her to drop the blaster, but instead she shot him in the head, slumping to the floor with tears in her eyes. Later another slave that had befriended her found her crying in a corner and told her that she had to run or she’d be put to death. So she gathered up her belongings and took several hundred credits that she stole from Greggor. She found a transport and made her way to Coruscant.
She chose Coruscant because it was the capital of the Republic and she felt if there was any hope or good in the galaxy, she’d find it there. It didn’t take long for the credits to dry up and she found herself hungry and alone, taking whatever jobs she could find. Her true wish was to be a doctor, but she didn’t have enough money for medical school. It was around this time that when she saw a recruitment poster for the Republic military reserve and found out that they would help her pay for school if she enlisted, so she enlisted as a private and went through basic training on Coruscant. During her time at basic she developed a love for shooting and found that she was rather good at it. It was also during basic that her she expressed her wish to be a doctor to her superiors, so she was allowed to undergo advanced individual training for a time that focused on being a battlefield medic and even basic surgical care.
She began taking classes through a program at a medical academy that would allow her to continue to serve because even though she was using it as a way to become a doctor, she believed in the Republic and was happy to do her part to ensure the safety of its citizens. She excelled in her studies, but not without commitment and hard work. After five years she received her degree as a practicing physician. After graduating she then joined the military full time and started working in a military hospital on Coruscant as a surgical assistant while attending officers training.
Once she had finished officer training she was reassigned to Arkania as an military physician, though she also worked as a surgeon when necessary. During her time on Arkania she was on the frontline of medical research, but she was also in a gray area of genetic experimentation that was prevalent on the icy planet. The republic’s hospital would often have Yaka dumped on their doorstep from who-knows-where after failed experiments on them, as most hospitals turned their backs on these unfortunate Yaka. Morwynn would often treat these poor souls, many of which would die on the operating table, their injuries just too great.
It was during this time that a Republic navy pilot named Nar Kotah appeared on her wing. He had crashed into an enemy ship in Bogdan space, and with the extensive damage to his body, Arkania was the only planet with adequate medical facilities to deal with such damage. Morwynn was the only surgeon on call and available that day so into her operating room he went. Morwynn worked on the young man for several hours, replacing one of his legs below the knee, adding metal shafts into several bones, and replacing some with metal entirely on the back of his head. It would take Nar several months of rehabilitation to be able to return to fighting shape, so Morwynn oversaw his recuperation as much as she could. They began a friendship and she felt good knowing that she had helped the young man, but when his time at the hospital was up, he was returned to active duty and that was the last she saw of him.
After three years on Arkania, she began to grow sick with the Arkanians and the blind eye that the Republic turned to their genetic tampering. She finally spoke out and logged a formal complaint which was “lost in transmission”. It was then that she threatened to go to the Holo News Network with the information. The Republic responded by discharging her dishonorably from the military and then blacklisting her from almost all the hospitals in known space. And even after she did, the HNN showed no interest in breaking the news.
At twenty-eight she now is jobless and hopeless, taking whatever work she can find, and not always the legal kind. She now finds herself wondering the galaxy in search of work and excitement. What’s a poor lil’ Zeltron to do?
Password: Trouble with Tribbles
RP Sample:
Morwynn Skye walked into the crowded cantina looking for her contact, he was a grubby sort, so she would have a hard time spotting him in a dive like this. She walked in quickly and among a crowd to avoid any stares, she still got a few, but they were negligible, she was just another patron filing in at the shift change. She scanned the room from the corner and after some difficulty, she spotted a dirty looking Dug from across the room. She walked over to him, stopping at the bar to get a drink. The bartender did not ignore her for long.
“I need a jawa juice.” She said holding out a few credits, albit a few too many credits. The barkeep presented her drink and took the credits without a word. She then proceeded towards her contact.
“So you’re the doctor?” The Dug asked in a sly tone.
“Yes.” Morwynn said flatly, she had little time for small talk, she wanted to get this overwith.
“Well, do you have the stuff?” He asked coyly. She never particularly liked dealing with pushers, but it was either that or go hungry.
“Of course I do.” She said. Looking around a bit to make sure none were listening in. If anyone was, she couldn’t tell.
“Where is it then, precious?”
“Out back…” She said slightly moving her head to point out the back door.
“Then let’s do this.” He said, hoping onto all his arms and walking towards the door. Morwynn waited for a few minutes then made for the bathroom, stopping at the last second to walk out the back door. There the Dug was waiting for her. She walked over to the dumpster and reached inside, pulling out a case and opening it for the Dug. He stared into the case with a lost look in his eyes.
“We happy?” Morwynn asked bluntly.
“We happy…” The Dug said handing her his satchel. She looked inside and found the money she needed.
“Then I guess our business is done here.” She said walking toward the back door.
“Not so fast, missy.” He said, and as she turned she saw what she expected, a blaster.
“Put that away, or do you want to find somebody else to make your drugs?” She said, adding, “Pusher…”
She could see the wheels turning in his head, slow as they may be, they saw the logic in her words.
“See you next week precious…” He said with a grin and turned to go. She then turned back toward the bar and made for her apartment.
Age: 29
Race: Zeltron
Birth place: Tatooine
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 125 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Ultramarine Blue
Appearance: Morwynn would be considered by most to be an attractive girl, having a voluptuous but still athletic build. Being a Zeltron, her soft skin is crimson red and her hair is a brilliant shade of ultramarine blue. She has jade green eyes and her face has strong lines and high cheekbones. If she were not born a slave, she may have grown to be a holo-actress or model. Her back is almost covered with a tattoo which was one of two she received during her time as a slave, both denoting that she was the property of Greggor Masik. She keeps her hair length long, falling just past her shoulders, which she often wears in a ponytail. She is often seen in formfitting clothes, often covering her back up. She chooses her clothing dependant on the situation, but she can be often found in a white tank top undershirt and leather jacket and flight military leggings or shorts.
The color of her hair
Covers most of her back, the top third of the tattoo comes up around her shoulders, where it meets her collarbones, the top most tendrils the come down her chest. This tattoo denotes that she is the among the most coveted of slaves of Greggor Masik.
Is at the nape of her neck and denotes her as a member of the Krayt Dragon Crime Syndicate (as property of Greggor Masik).
Personality: Morwynn isn’t very trusting of new comers and can be harsh to people she doesn’t know, but those of those who she does trust, they know her to be a loyal friend. She carries emotional scars and physical scars from her childhood as a slave. She is a strong woman and is always ready to make her opinion known. She's not overly moral, but she does live by a code: steal from the rich and give to the poor (Especially when the poor include her). She is extremely intelligent and resourceful and will use her looks to her advantage, but she is far from loose.
Profession: Fringer
Equipment:
B-44 Blaster Pistol
"Swatter" Blaster Pistol
Medical Bag
Skills:
Advanced Medical Training
Precision Shot
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +2
Ship Name: N/A
Bio: Morwynn born on the planet of Tatooine to a young slave for a local Hutt named Greejo, and as such was the aforementioned Hutt’s property. She grew up in squalor, only getting to see the decadence of the rich when Greejo threw parties. Greejo wasn’t particularly wealthy, nor particularly smart, he would gamble and lose often, causing him to constantly rely on his family to pay off his debts. After years of doing this some of his family got rather tired of covering his losses and when Morwynn was fourteen Greejo lost a particularly large sum in a game of pazaak and his relatives cut him off forcing him to sell young Morwynn. She was sold to a human crime lord named Greggor Masik that held control of most of Mos Eisley. He was a cruel man with a sick mind and he saw the Zeltron as the perfect addition to his slave collection. He had her branded with his insignia on her back, a tattoo she still has to this day. She would experience the worst days of her life at Masik’s hands and she lived in a nightmare for the following three years as she was forced to submit to his every desire and will.
Morwynn had always been a particularly smart child and she read as much as possible, having learned from a fellow slave, and she had the uncanny ability to retain large amounts of knowlege. One thing that always intrigued her was medicine, she would read anything medical related she could find, and while Masik would try to keep such things from his slaves, Morwynn still found ways to access this knowledge through the holonet and holobooks that she would sneak into the slave quarters. She began to even learn first aid and would apply this knowledge by helping the other slaves when they were sick or injured, which was often for Masik was a very cruel master indeed.
When Morwynn was seventeen, her life would change forever. She was waiting on Masik when she accidentally slipped, spilling hot tea all over him. The man was so furious he aimed his blaster at her, threatening to shoot her. She cowered on the ground and he pushed it into her face, saying that it was her last mistake. She had reached her breaking point and she punched him in the groin. He was so taken back that he dropped the blaster, she grabbed it and leveled it out, he screamed curses and told her to drop the blaster, but instead she shot him in the head, slumping to the floor with tears in her eyes. Later another slave that had befriended her found her crying in a corner and told her that she had to run or she’d be put to death. So she gathered up her belongings and took several hundred credits that she stole from Greggor. She found a transport and made her way to Coruscant.
She chose Coruscant because it was the capital of the Republic and she felt if there was any hope or good in the galaxy, she’d find it there. It didn’t take long for the credits to dry up and she found herself hungry and alone, taking whatever jobs she could find. Her true wish was to be a doctor, but she didn’t have enough money for medical school. It was around this time that when she saw a recruitment poster for the Republic military reserve and found out that they would help her pay for school if she enlisted, so she enlisted as a private and went through basic training on Coruscant. During her time at basic she developed a love for shooting and found that she was rather good at it. It was also during basic that her she expressed her wish to be a doctor to her superiors, so she was allowed to undergo advanced individual training for a time that focused on being a battlefield medic and even basic surgical care.
She began taking classes through a program at a medical academy that would allow her to continue to serve because even though she was using it as a way to become a doctor, she believed in the Republic and was happy to do her part to ensure the safety of its citizens. She excelled in her studies, but not without commitment and hard work. After five years she received her degree as a practicing physician. After graduating she then joined the military full time and started working in a military hospital on Coruscant as a surgical assistant while attending officers training.
Once she had finished officer training she was reassigned to Arkania as an military physician, though she also worked as a surgeon when necessary. During her time on Arkania she was on the frontline of medical research, but she was also in a gray area of genetic experimentation that was prevalent on the icy planet. The republic’s hospital would often have Yaka dumped on their doorstep from who-knows-where after failed experiments on them, as most hospitals turned their backs on these unfortunate Yaka. Morwynn would often treat these poor souls, many of which would die on the operating table, their injuries just too great.
It was during this time that a Republic navy pilot named Nar Kotah appeared on her wing. He had crashed into an enemy ship in Bogdan space, and with the extensive damage to his body, Arkania was the only planet with adequate medical facilities to deal with such damage. Morwynn was the only surgeon on call and available that day so into her operating room he went. Morwynn worked on the young man for several hours, replacing one of his legs below the knee, adding metal shafts into several bones, and replacing some with metal entirely on the back of his head. It would take Nar several months of rehabilitation to be able to return to fighting shape, so Morwynn oversaw his recuperation as much as she could. They began a friendship and she felt good knowing that she had helped the young man, but when his time at the hospital was up, he was returned to active duty and that was the last she saw of him.
After three years on Arkania, she began to grow sick with the Arkanians and the blind eye that the Republic turned to their genetic tampering. She finally spoke out and logged a formal complaint which was “lost in transmission”. It was then that she threatened to go to the Holo News Network with the information. The Republic responded by discharging her dishonorably from the military and then blacklisting her from almost all the hospitals in known space. And even after she did, the HNN showed no interest in breaking the news.
At twenty-eight she now is jobless and hopeless, taking whatever work she can find, and not always the legal kind. She now finds herself wondering the galaxy in search of work and excitement. What’s a poor lil’ Zeltron to do?
Password: Trouble with Tribbles
RP Sample:
Morwynn Skye walked into the crowded cantina looking for her contact, he was a grubby sort, so she would have a hard time spotting him in a dive like this. She walked in quickly and among a crowd to avoid any stares, she still got a few, but they were negligible, she was just another patron filing in at the shift change. She scanned the room from the corner and after some difficulty, she spotted a dirty looking Dug from across the room. She walked over to him, stopping at the bar to get a drink. The bartender did not ignore her for long.
“I need a jawa juice.” She said holding out a few credits, albit a few too many credits. The barkeep presented her drink and took the credits without a word. She then proceeded towards her contact.
“So you’re the doctor?” The Dug asked in a sly tone.
“Yes.” Morwynn said flatly, she had little time for small talk, she wanted to get this overwith.
“Well, do you have the stuff?” He asked coyly. She never particularly liked dealing with pushers, but it was either that or go hungry.
“Of course I do.” She said. Looking around a bit to make sure none were listening in. If anyone was, she couldn’t tell.
“Where is it then, precious?”
“Out back…” She said slightly moving her head to point out the back door.
“Then let’s do this.” He said, hoping onto all his arms and walking towards the door. Morwynn waited for a few minutes then made for the bathroom, stopping at the last second to walk out the back door. There the Dug was waiting for her. She walked over to the dumpster and reached inside, pulling out a case and opening it for the Dug. He stared into the case with a lost look in his eyes.
“We happy?” Morwynn asked bluntly.
“We happy…” The Dug said handing her his satchel. She looked inside and found the money she needed.
“Then I guess our business is done here.” She said walking toward the back door.
“Not so fast, missy.” He said, and as she turned she saw what she expected, a blaster.
“Put that away, or do you want to find somebody else to make your drugs?” She said, adding, “Pusher…”
She could see the wheels turning in his head, slow as they may be, they saw the logic in her words.
“See you next week precious…” He said with a grin and turned to go. She then turned back toward the bar and made for her apartment.
covers most of her back, the top most tendrils come up over her sholders and stop at her collar bone
is at the nape of her neck Like the tatoos. 
I can go for large amounts, however.
