Krix Vastru [HEAVY WIP]

[Reisier]

Name: Krix Vastru
Age: Thirty
Race: Nautolan
Birth place: to be decided
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 146
Eye Color: black.

Voiced by: Olivia Wilde

Appearance:

[/i]. Every fiber of the Nautolan screams it desperately to those willing enough to listen; telling them to keep their distance, to turn their steps into a hurried retreat. Danger oozes from her vibrant coloration, from the shade of royal blue that dances along her skin - an aposematic warning, those that know Krix would joke, one that both deters and entices. As the shade extends towards her tendrils, the unyielding blue begins to give way, turning into a deep magenta hue as they begin to taper at the end. Freckles of a darker, nearly purple, blue shade ghost across her skin, commonly found across the bridge of her nose and forehead, in odd clusters on her tendrils, and found in larger groups above her shoulders and chest. Once a thing of embarrassment and annoyance in her early years, it has been years since the Nautolan has made peace with the nuance of her skin, turning it into something that amuses her to a certain extent, finding figures wherever she can, “…I found an arkanian jellyfish look-alike once. Though where I found it, I am not inclined to say…” Her profession, has not been kind to the female’s most notable feature and has littered it with remnants of scars – both old and new, which have caused further hyperpigmentation to occur. An old bullet wound in her torso, nearly purple in shade, teeters on the edge of her hip and is mirrored on her lower back where the exit wound is found. Dotting around her shoulder in even spaces is the remnants of an old bite, a constant reminder of the Trandoshans brutal, relentless nature when push comes to shove, “…fought tooth and nail until the end… literally...” and how a similar endeavor is unwanted.

If one were to ignore the freckles, or the nicks and bruises, or the sometimes busted lip that the Nautolan sports, the female’s sharp, angular features are mostly unharmed. Above high cheekbones sit two coal-black orbs, staring out blankly into the world, never betraying whatever thought is dancing through her mind. While compared to those of near-humans the Nautolan's eyes are large, Krix’s eyes are small and narrow compared to her Nautolan counterparts. A result of a recessive gene that had been known to skip several generations, the female’s already small eyes seem smaller still with her heavy-lidded gaze, often making it seem like she finds something particularly vexing – which often times she does.

Experience is etched on every motion that the Nautolan’s body makes, a cool confidence that warrants the smug smile on her subtly full lips and her sauntering steps. When Krix moves, she moves with confidence – a purposeful stride of someone that knows what she wants and how to take it. The strength of her compact, pliant muscles – visible in subtle lines underneath her flesh – further fuel her demeanor, showing the body of a female that works for a living and whose survival relies in physical performance. While her feminine figure goes all but unnoticed, Krix is not precisely well-endowed, the curves she possess coming from her shoulders and hips and how they are relatively wider when compared to her waist. Her legs echo with the same resilient strength as the rest of her body; lean muscles meant for sprinting – or swimming in her species’ case – generally remain out of sight, visible in rare moments of intimacy to people other than herself.

When it comes to clothes, Krix prefers a more utilitarian approach, having had abandoned fanciful designs for mobility’s sake. Dark, slim pants with leather paneling on her knees are constantly sported by the female. What once would have been pristine is now worn, with stress marks of where they are commonly stretched. While frayed in some areas and clearly distressed, their comfortable fit keeps the Nautolan from abandoning them, explaining that it would be nothing short of a crime. Quilted leather boots, flat-soled and above the knee, continue Krix’s need for comfort – protecting her feet and letting her move fast if needed be. A simple, dark-gray shirt, half tucked, half left to its own devices, and a leather jacket, sleeves often pushed up to her elbows, finish the Nautolan’s outfit.

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Personality:

[/i] about it, is not something that the bounty hunter enjoys. In becoming honest, she would be opening the door for emotional intimacy, something that she’s not willing to accept. As the years come and go, she is quickly becoming disenchanted with her lifestyle and the decisions she has made; in fact, part of the female is afraid of devolving into an amoral butcher who will do nearly anything for money. Already the female feels as if she has done “…some very bad things…” during her career and while her aversion is obvious in cases of frivolous disregard of life or unnecessary violence, Krix is convinced that it is not enough. Nevertheless, Krix covers her emotions amongst others with a display of enthusiastic determination and a penchant for sarcasm and crooked smiles, partially hoping that if she is to ignore it enough, they’ll disappear on their own.

Perhaps on of Krix’s most defined of traits is her uncanny knack for gambling - and winning the bets she makes. The woman sees the game of cards with something akin to love and proves to be one of those few things people can engage her with in order to learn a bit of her. It doesn't matter what it is – dueling dices, dejarik, poker, swoop bike races, so long as betting is involved, you'll be 'a'right' in the Nautolan’s book. Her winning streak, as Krix so aptly calls it, comes neither from luck nor chance, but a calculated display to make people see exactly what she wants. The closer they look the less they see, so it is impossible to notice the ace hidden inside her sleeve or the loaded dice on her back pocket. “I never make a bet I can’t win.”

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Profession: Exchange bounty hunter

Previous Faction/Rank: TBA

Ships/Vehicles:

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Knee Breaker[/ul][/font]

Equipment:

Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)

[/u] - Above Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Average
Charisma - Above Average
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Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)

[/u]i - Expert
Vibroblade Combat - Adept
Knife Throwing - Adept
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Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)

[/u]- Adept
Gambler- Master
Tracking- Expert
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Bio:


RP Sample:

[Neology]

Still working on this, Reisier?

[Neology]

Moved to incomplete.