Post by Kaya Oren on Dec 20, 2015 22:10:08 GMT -5
Name: Kaya Oren
Race: Zeltron
Age: 26
Birthplace: Zeltros
Allegiance: Money, Fun, and Friends. Usually in that order.
Status: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter
Rank: Self-Employed.
Height/Weight: 5'6" 118 lbs
Appearance:
Slim, svelte, and stylish, Kaya Oren is a picture of grace and charisma in a well kept package. From the bottom of her slender pink legs to the top of her dark purple hair, she exudes charm and personality. In other words, She's mostly your everyday Zeltron. If a little more flirtatious than some. Few have ever seen her without a playful little smile hovering over her features, or a small bounce in every step she takes, simply enjoying life for the sake of living.
In terms of clothing, Kaya is certainly a traditional Zeltron. Preferring colorful, light clothing over more protective attire, she is ever reliant on her natural agility and speed above anything else. Of course, the colors just help draw more attention to her when she wants it, and when she doesn't? She has her ways of blending into a crowd. Not like any respectable patron of seedy areas is going to mind a bubbly, colorful Zeltron on his arm.
(Note that the image was about as red as I could get the skin without messing up the hair with my paltry and lackluster photoshopping skills. Think a few shades more on the red spectrum, and you should have it.)
Personality: Take your everyday Zeltron, add a splash of danger and fiery spunk, and that's Kaya in the proverbial nutshell. Always ready to fight, to flirt, and to have fun in equal measure, she makes her living with natural aplomb, naturally the center of attention in any room, unless she doesn't want to be noticed. In the end, though, life is about money. And without money, no respectable person in her lines of work would ever have a life at all. For a decent handful of cash, Kaya will do just about anything… as long as it falls within her personal morals…
Ships/Vehicles: The Shadow's Ghost - A modified Ornifex AQR4-Z2 light freighter, the Ghost has several holding cells for bounties that are desired alive, rather than dead. Lighter and marginally nimbler than the base model, Kaya's ship is still not designed for combat, and is, in fact, largely unarmed, save for one small turbolaser without gimballing or rotation of any sort, relying on the facing of the vessel to aim. Kaya originally obtained this vessel as part of a bounty search, and it has remained with her ever since she cashed in on its owner, a particularly bothersome smuggler with enemies in the Hutt syndicates..
(Filed an App for the Ship, as well)
Equipment:
Stun Stick
Stun Blaster
Smoke Grenades -2
IR Goggles
Respirator
Breaching Charge - 2
EMP Charges - 3
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Below Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Above Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
K'thri - Expert
Blasters - Adept
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Piloting - Apprentice
Tracking - Adept
Pick-pocketing - Adept
Interrogation - Apprentice
Slicing - Apprentice
Dancing - Expert
Biography: Kayalessa 'Kaya' Oren was born a normal girl on Zeltros, but quickly developed a fascination with the stars and the rest of the galaxy, focusing on escaping the planet of her birth the first chance she could get. Unfortunately, her first chance happened to be sneaking aboard a cargo ship bound for Hutt territories with Zeltron liquor. She was twelve at the time. When the captain discovered his erstwhile stowaway, he showed no hesitation in presenting her as a slave to his clientele, a female Hutt known as Dejra. A 'patron of the arts', as she called herself, Dejra took the opportunity to raise Kaya as she saw fit, molding her into a dancer from day one, primping and preening her as any proud master dotes on their favorite pet. Though it was a far cry from the galaxy she had imagined only months before, Kaya took to the dancing quickly, growing to enjoy the way that she could move her body, find each and every limb in a pulsing, swaying rhythm and control them with picturesque grace.
For three years, she lived under the tutelage of Dejra and her dancing instructor, an aged Twi'lek who had been with the Hutt for many years. Beyond just her skill in dance, she found a new appreciation for her body and charm, many of the younger guards in the compound stopping to give her a second glance as she slid past them in the hallway. She grew more and more at ease with herself, with the ways that she could bend and move, finding every nook and cranny in the Hutt's palace that she could squeeze her lithe, if steadily growing body into.
Her instruction took a turn a short time after she turned fifteen, when she met a veteran guard by the name of Fisk. Newly transferred in, after overseeing Dajra's mining operation on the nearby moon, Fisk took a shine to the vivacious young Zeltron, often staying up with her into the night sharing stories and tales of the galaxy. He even began to sit in on some of her dancing lessons, recognizing quickly the ease and grace with which she moved.
It was Fisk that first introduced her to K'thri, though his limbs were old and slower than they had once been. He helped work her through the stances, day after day, whenever they both had time off, sneaking away to the dancing studio to practice. By the time Kaya passed her eighteenth birthday, she could speed through the moves nearly twice as fast as he could, landing strike after strike in long, lowing combinations of moves. It suited her, she found, that rather ostentatious, fluid style of combat, so like the vibrance and energy she found in dance. Fisk had even begun to set her against some of the other, younger guards, who found no reason to complain when set in a sparring circle with the young woman.
Even still, Kaya was still a slave, bought and paid for by a Hutt. And all of that reality came crashing back down on her with Fisk passed away. It was a peaceful death, by all accounts, just an old man slipping away into his sleep and never waking again, but it set a course for the young Zeltron that would forever change her. Her friend and only source of the outside world was gone, but he had no family, no wife or children to leave his savings. Everything he had, he left to the young, eager Zeltron girl that had always listened to his stories, her bright golden eyes shining with every tale he spun.
It took nearly every single credit for Kaya to buy her own freedom, along with an entire night spent with Dejra just to convince her that she would come back now and then to visit. Despite everything, she still liked the old worm, if only for introducing her to so many things. But finally, after six years of slavery, the Zeltron was free, free to do whatever she wished. Of course, she had absolutely no idea what that was.
It took her some time to find it, skipping from place to place on the tips she could make from dancing at various seedy and underwhelming establishments. It was still a passion of hers, but it was decidedly not a way she wanted to make money. Not this far out from the Core, anyway. Her first break came in the form of a particular noxious Toydarian, who had laid a hand on her one too many times during a set, to the extent where she had lashed out and smacked him in the face. Repeatedly. With her legs. It was while she was in the midst of throwing him out the door that she recognized his face on the evening news. And like that, Kaya had nabbed her first bounty.
She started small, for the first two years taking in mostly bail jumpers and local merchants who didn't want to pay the Hutt cartel's exorbitant tariffs. Her big break came when she happened upon a smuggler named Lotanis Shev. A Devaronian with a penchant for smuggling endangered and illegal animals to bug buyers, he had reneged on a contract with Dejra the Hutt, Kaya's onetime owner. The price on his head was moderate, but it was enough. Her only problem was that the bounty was being offered on a different planet. One a few systems away, and she had no form of transport to speak of. Not to mention that she held little trust for the local pilots. So she took Lotanis to his ship, the Secehern, and locked him in one of his own cells, where he had usually imprisoned his live cargo.
By no means an expert pilot, Kaya struggled her way through the take off, the autopilot taking over for most of the flight. The landing was a bit rough, but the bounty paid for the repairs, or at least the materials necessary. For most of the next few months, she worked on the ship, getting to know it inside and out almost as well as she knew herself. Her piloting skills grew over time, enough to get the ship from place to place and look reasonably competent while doing so. After a few more small jobs, she accumulated enough credits to rename the ship The Shadow's Ghost, replacing the small creature containment cells with larger holding cells for whatever bounty she needed to fill them with. Kaya was moving up, finding herself with some spending money at long last, and aiming it towards whatever fun she could find...
Roleplay Sample:
"Two rounds, then! For the house! And damn the consequences!" The cheer nearly drowned out her own whoop as she slammed her empty glass down on the bar, sliding a credit chit across to the Ithorian that stood brooding behind the counter. Of course, he would be the only one not enthused by that particular proclamation, but he would likely perk up a bit once he found the extra tip she had slid in. For the drinks, not to mention the potential damages that were nearly inevitable at this point. It was only polite to toss in a few extra, given the payday that she had planned.
Hutts were notoriously stingy with their money. Which was why the sizable amount of credits that had been offered for this particular target had caught her eye. One golden orb swiveled to glance over the hulking figure of the Besalisk in his private booth. Two of his arms were currently occupied by the twi'lek that was pressed up against his side, the lower wrapped possessively around her waist, while the upper dangled a bunch of sweet fruit tantalizingly close to her lips so that she could lean up to take some whenever she wished. Even in the darkness, Kaya could see the bulge under his jacket, hiding some manner of blaster or another. And given his reputation, it was probably a big one.
Still, she had to get to work eventually. Even with two livers, the alcohol would start to hit eventually, even if it happened after the rest of the room hit the floor. Flashing a grin at the bartender, as well as a meaningful glance at the credits, Kaya pushed herself off of the stool, moving into the crowd that was thronging up towards the counter, empty glasses held high. It was a dance she knew well, spotting the cracks in a crowd of people, slipping through them with only the customary number of drunken hands casually slapped away from the various parts of her body.
The skin-tight fabric of her outfit left her navel exposed, as well as perhaps more than a modest amount of cleavage, but the slim jacket that hung from her shoulders was all business in nature. The crowd was thinning now as she reached the wall, only a few paces away from the booth that her target was seated in. All that remained was the distraction. And that, in a bar this busy, was easily dealt with. All it took was a knee between a set of legs, a quick shove, and a hastily stifled scream, and all hell broke loose. Bottles, glasses, and various liquids flew through the air as Kaya slipped off towards the relative calm of the booth, a slim little baton sliding from the wrist of her jacket. It looked harmless enough… until anyone noticed the electricity crackling around its tip…
Her wrist snapped, the baton extending to its full length, though the action went unnoticed by the other patrons of the bar, who were considerable more focused on the massive brawl that was beginning to form. Of course, being the one person not focused on the fight, eventually her quarry would notice her, and then things would get messy. Best to solidify her advantage of surprise while she still had it. One slender hand snaked back, reaching into a hidden pocket tucked into the back of her jacket, pulling out a small, ovular capsule. Her thumb depressed a small button on its side, before she sent it spinning off across the floor, thick grey smoke suddenly pouring out of tiny vents in its surface, filling the room with a dense, impenetrable haze. Her head nodded slightly, setting the goggles on her forehead down over her eyes, the infrared display lighting up.
"Koroth Ne'kal!" She called out, that clear, steady voice audible even above the chaos behind her. Through her goggles, she saw the massive form of the Besalisk shift, pushing the Twi'lek girl aside to grasp at the weapon under his coat. But he was already two late. Vaulting neatly over the table, the Zeltron Bounty Hunter straddled his lap with her legs, pushing the slender baton in her hand up under his chin. There was a sharp, electrical snap, and the massive male slumped forward, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Slipping out of his lap, Kaya retracted the baton and slipped it back up her sleeve, reaching out to tap the nearby Twi'lek girl on the shoulder. "Evening, Lessi. Don't suppose you'd mind giving me a hand? I'll toss you in a bonus next time I come around…"
The Twi'lek's head snapped around, her eyes widening as she recognized the voice. "Kaya? It's been a while since you swung through this way. Last I heard, you were chasing something a little closer to the core."
"And I made a healthy profit on that one. Looking forward to a healthier one this time, though. Look, I'll cut you in two percent, up front, if you help me get him out to the Ghost. It's in the first hangar. Only a few steps out the door."
"Figures you'd get this far without a plan to get him out of here. But you're on. As long as I get the credits the moment he hits the ramp."
The Zeltron nodded before remembering that the smoke would still be obscuring the other woman's view, smiling slightly to herself. "Deal. You take the left, and I'll handle his right. Stick to the walls, and we'll avoid the mess going on over by the bar."
"Something else of your doing?" The Twi'lek woman grumbled as she placed a shoulder under one of the Besalisks impressive arms, her face twisting into a grimace as she heaved him up with Kaya's help, the two of him slowly starting to drag him towards the door. "I thought I heard your voice over by the bar…
Race: Zeltron
Age: 26
Birthplace: Zeltros
Allegiance: Money, Fun, and Friends. Usually in that order.
Status: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter
Rank: Self-Employed.
Height/Weight: 5'6" 118 lbs
Appearance:
Slim, svelte, and stylish, Kaya Oren is a picture of grace and charisma in a well kept package. From the bottom of her slender pink legs to the top of her dark purple hair, she exudes charm and personality. In other words, She's mostly your everyday Zeltron. If a little more flirtatious than some. Few have ever seen her without a playful little smile hovering over her features, or a small bounce in every step she takes, simply enjoying life for the sake of living.
In terms of clothing, Kaya is certainly a traditional Zeltron. Preferring colorful, light clothing over more protective attire, she is ever reliant on her natural agility and speed above anything else. Of course, the colors just help draw more attention to her when she wants it, and when she doesn't? She has her ways of blending into a crowd. Not like any respectable patron of seedy areas is going to mind a bubbly, colorful Zeltron on his arm.
(Note that the image was about as red as I could get the skin without messing up the hair with my paltry and lackluster photoshopping skills. Think a few shades more on the red spectrum, and you should have it.)
Personality: Take your everyday Zeltron, add a splash of danger and fiery spunk, and that's Kaya in the proverbial nutshell. Always ready to fight, to flirt, and to have fun in equal measure, she makes her living with natural aplomb, naturally the center of attention in any room, unless she doesn't want to be noticed. In the end, though, life is about money. And without money, no respectable person in her lines of work would ever have a life at all. For a decent handful of cash, Kaya will do just about anything… as long as it falls within her personal morals…
Ships/Vehicles: The Shadow's Ghost - A modified Ornifex AQR4-Z2 light freighter, the Ghost has several holding cells for bounties that are desired alive, rather than dead. Lighter and marginally nimbler than the base model, Kaya's ship is still not designed for combat, and is, in fact, largely unarmed, save for one small turbolaser without gimballing or rotation of any sort, relying on the facing of the vessel to aim. Kaya originally obtained this vessel as part of a bounty search, and it has remained with her ever since she cashed in on its owner, a particularly bothersome smuggler with enemies in the Hutt syndicates..
(Filed an App for the Ship, as well)
Equipment:
Stun Stick
Stun Blaster
Smoke Grenades -2
IR Goggles
Respirator
Breaching Charge - 2
EMP Charges - 3
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Below Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Above Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
K'thri - Expert
Blasters - Adept
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Piloting - Apprentice
Tracking - Adept
Pick-pocketing - Adept
Interrogation - Apprentice
Slicing - Apprentice
Dancing - Expert
Biography: Kayalessa 'Kaya' Oren was born a normal girl on Zeltros, but quickly developed a fascination with the stars and the rest of the galaxy, focusing on escaping the planet of her birth the first chance she could get. Unfortunately, her first chance happened to be sneaking aboard a cargo ship bound for Hutt territories with Zeltron liquor. She was twelve at the time. When the captain discovered his erstwhile stowaway, he showed no hesitation in presenting her as a slave to his clientele, a female Hutt known as Dejra. A 'patron of the arts', as she called herself, Dejra took the opportunity to raise Kaya as she saw fit, molding her into a dancer from day one, primping and preening her as any proud master dotes on their favorite pet. Though it was a far cry from the galaxy she had imagined only months before, Kaya took to the dancing quickly, growing to enjoy the way that she could move her body, find each and every limb in a pulsing, swaying rhythm and control them with picturesque grace.
For three years, she lived under the tutelage of Dejra and her dancing instructor, an aged Twi'lek who had been with the Hutt for many years. Beyond just her skill in dance, she found a new appreciation for her body and charm, many of the younger guards in the compound stopping to give her a second glance as she slid past them in the hallway. She grew more and more at ease with herself, with the ways that she could bend and move, finding every nook and cranny in the Hutt's palace that she could squeeze her lithe, if steadily growing body into.
Her instruction took a turn a short time after she turned fifteen, when she met a veteran guard by the name of Fisk. Newly transferred in, after overseeing Dajra's mining operation on the nearby moon, Fisk took a shine to the vivacious young Zeltron, often staying up with her into the night sharing stories and tales of the galaxy. He even began to sit in on some of her dancing lessons, recognizing quickly the ease and grace with which she moved.
It was Fisk that first introduced her to K'thri, though his limbs were old and slower than they had once been. He helped work her through the stances, day after day, whenever they both had time off, sneaking away to the dancing studio to practice. By the time Kaya passed her eighteenth birthday, she could speed through the moves nearly twice as fast as he could, landing strike after strike in long, lowing combinations of moves. It suited her, she found, that rather ostentatious, fluid style of combat, so like the vibrance and energy she found in dance. Fisk had even begun to set her against some of the other, younger guards, who found no reason to complain when set in a sparring circle with the young woman.
Even still, Kaya was still a slave, bought and paid for by a Hutt. And all of that reality came crashing back down on her with Fisk passed away. It was a peaceful death, by all accounts, just an old man slipping away into his sleep and never waking again, but it set a course for the young Zeltron that would forever change her. Her friend and only source of the outside world was gone, but he had no family, no wife or children to leave his savings. Everything he had, he left to the young, eager Zeltron girl that had always listened to his stories, her bright golden eyes shining with every tale he spun.
It took nearly every single credit for Kaya to buy her own freedom, along with an entire night spent with Dejra just to convince her that she would come back now and then to visit. Despite everything, she still liked the old worm, if only for introducing her to so many things. But finally, after six years of slavery, the Zeltron was free, free to do whatever she wished. Of course, she had absolutely no idea what that was.
It took her some time to find it, skipping from place to place on the tips she could make from dancing at various seedy and underwhelming establishments. It was still a passion of hers, but it was decidedly not a way she wanted to make money. Not this far out from the Core, anyway. Her first break came in the form of a particular noxious Toydarian, who had laid a hand on her one too many times during a set, to the extent where she had lashed out and smacked him in the face. Repeatedly. With her legs. It was while she was in the midst of throwing him out the door that she recognized his face on the evening news. And like that, Kaya had nabbed her first bounty.
She started small, for the first two years taking in mostly bail jumpers and local merchants who didn't want to pay the Hutt cartel's exorbitant tariffs. Her big break came when she happened upon a smuggler named Lotanis Shev. A Devaronian with a penchant for smuggling endangered and illegal animals to bug buyers, he had reneged on a contract with Dejra the Hutt, Kaya's onetime owner. The price on his head was moderate, but it was enough. Her only problem was that the bounty was being offered on a different planet. One a few systems away, and she had no form of transport to speak of. Not to mention that she held little trust for the local pilots. So she took Lotanis to his ship, the Secehern, and locked him in one of his own cells, where he had usually imprisoned his live cargo.
By no means an expert pilot, Kaya struggled her way through the take off, the autopilot taking over for most of the flight. The landing was a bit rough, but the bounty paid for the repairs, or at least the materials necessary. For most of the next few months, she worked on the ship, getting to know it inside and out almost as well as she knew herself. Her piloting skills grew over time, enough to get the ship from place to place and look reasonably competent while doing so. After a few more small jobs, she accumulated enough credits to rename the ship The Shadow's Ghost, replacing the small creature containment cells with larger holding cells for whatever bounty she needed to fill them with. Kaya was moving up, finding herself with some spending money at long last, and aiming it towards whatever fun she could find...
Roleplay Sample:
"Two rounds, then! For the house! And damn the consequences!" The cheer nearly drowned out her own whoop as she slammed her empty glass down on the bar, sliding a credit chit across to the Ithorian that stood brooding behind the counter. Of course, he would be the only one not enthused by that particular proclamation, but he would likely perk up a bit once he found the extra tip she had slid in. For the drinks, not to mention the potential damages that were nearly inevitable at this point. It was only polite to toss in a few extra, given the payday that she had planned.
Hutts were notoriously stingy with their money. Which was why the sizable amount of credits that had been offered for this particular target had caught her eye. One golden orb swiveled to glance over the hulking figure of the Besalisk in his private booth. Two of his arms were currently occupied by the twi'lek that was pressed up against his side, the lower wrapped possessively around her waist, while the upper dangled a bunch of sweet fruit tantalizingly close to her lips so that she could lean up to take some whenever she wished. Even in the darkness, Kaya could see the bulge under his jacket, hiding some manner of blaster or another. And given his reputation, it was probably a big one.
Still, she had to get to work eventually. Even with two livers, the alcohol would start to hit eventually, even if it happened after the rest of the room hit the floor. Flashing a grin at the bartender, as well as a meaningful glance at the credits, Kaya pushed herself off of the stool, moving into the crowd that was thronging up towards the counter, empty glasses held high. It was a dance she knew well, spotting the cracks in a crowd of people, slipping through them with only the customary number of drunken hands casually slapped away from the various parts of her body.
The skin-tight fabric of her outfit left her navel exposed, as well as perhaps more than a modest amount of cleavage, but the slim jacket that hung from her shoulders was all business in nature. The crowd was thinning now as she reached the wall, only a few paces away from the booth that her target was seated in. All that remained was the distraction. And that, in a bar this busy, was easily dealt with. All it took was a knee between a set of legs, a quick shove, and a hastily stifled scream, and all hell broke loose. Bottles, glasses, and various liquids flew through the air as Kaya slipped off towards the relative calm of the booth, a slim little baton sliding from the wrist of her jacket. It looked harmless enough… until anyone noticed the electricity crackling around its tip…
Her wrist snapped, the baton extending to its full length, though the action went unnoticed by the other patrons of the bar, who were considerable more focused on the massive brawl that was beginning to form. Of course, being the one person not focused on the fight, eventually her quarry would notice her, and then things would get messy. Best to solidify her advantage of surprise while she still had it. One slender hand snaked back, reaching into a hidden pocket tucked into the back of her jacket, pulling out a small, ovular capsule. Her thumb depressed a small button on its side, before she sent it spinning off across the floor, thick grey smoke suddenly pouring out of tiny vents in its surface, filling the room with a dense, impenetrable haze. Her head nodded slightly, setting the goggles on her forehead down over her eyes, the infrared display lighting up.
"Koroth Ne'kal!" She called out, that clear, steady voice audible even above the chaos behind her. Through her goggles, she saw the massive form of the Besalisk shift, pushing the Twi'lek girl aside to grasp at the weapon under his coat. But he was already two late. Vaulting neatly over the table, the Zeltron Bounty Hunter straddled his lap with her legs, pushing the slender baton in her hand up under his chin. There was a sharp, electrical snap, and the massive male slumped forward, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Slipping out of his lap, Kaya retracted the baton and slipped it back up her sleeve, reaching out to tap the nearby Twi'lek girl on the shoulder. "Evening, Lessi. Don't suppose you'd mind giving me a hand? I'll toss you in a bonus next time I come around…"
The Twi'lek's head snapped around, her eyes widening as she recognized the voice. "Kaya? It's been a while since you swung through this way. Last I heard, you were chasing something a little closer to the core."
"And I made a healthy profit on that one. Looking forward to a healthier one this time, though. Look, I'll cut you in two percent, up front, if you help me get him out to the Ghost. It's in the first hangar. Only a few steps out the door."
"Figures you'd get this far without a plan to get him out of here. But you're on. As long as I get the credits the moment he hits the ramp."
The Zeltron nodded before remembering that the smoke would still be obscuring the other woman's view, smiling slightly to herself. "Deal. You take the left, and I'll handle his right. Stick to the walls, and we'll avoid the mess going on over by the bar."
"Something else of your doing?" The Twi'lek woman grumbled as she placed a shoulder under one of the Besalisks impressive arms, her face twisting into a grimace as she heaved him up with Kaya's help, the two of him slowly starting to drag him towards the door. "I thought I heard your voice over by the bar…
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