Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 22, 2008 18:30:34 GMT -5
Citizen Soldier(s)
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"Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown."
Italia Play List Link
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"Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown."
Italia Play List Link
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Special Operations
Rank: Lieutenant
Name: Italia Vencuyan Phelan
Formerly: Italia Firians
((Vencuyanir = to sustain, keep alive, preserve. Vencuyan is the last name Ark's daughter took on. the last name of Phelan was lost along the generations during marriage. Lia has recently adopted both names.))
Race: Human (mandalorian culture)
Age: 25
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 125
Appearance:
Wiry and athletic, Italia has auburn colored hair which is cut to the bottom of her shoulder blades and layered. Most of the time her hair is threaded through three sets of large beads where she also hides three thin throwing blades (stiletto shape, round and thin). Her eyes are a dark green. A tattoo of woven thorn branches around her right wrist was given to her as symbol of her mandalorian heritage, and her training as a skilled bounty hunter. Though they are not readily visible, Italia has several scars across her back from several nasty encounters: one with the sand people, one with a member of Rish's former crew, and two from some rather 'feisty' bounties. She also has a scar on her right shoulder blade from fighting a boma on Dxun during her verd'goten (coming of age). With the passing of time and her assistance during the mission on Coruscant, Italia finds herself with new scars from various blaster injuries, blade injuries, and a long scar along the underside of her right hand's ring finger from where it was ripped open when a rifle was pulled from her hands.
She is typically seen in comfortable clothing of dull or earthy colors. She's a farmer's daughter at heart and her clothing reflects that sort of hard working and simple lifestyle. She has a typical utility belt and boots similar in cut and style to those of the jedi. Her Czerka rifle is a sturdily built slug thrower with the ability to attach a sniper scope to. From the end of the muzzle hangs a series of leather fringe with small 'trophies' from her hunts: a decent sized scale (from a krayt dragon), a small tooth (also from a krayt), a shell or two, a feather or two, and several strands of beads like the ones in her hair (each set a different style and color). The last of these fringes was purposefully left empty. She is typically armed with said rifle, at least one vibroblade on her belt, and sometimes a blaster.
Her ORIGINAL armor, like all mando armor, is self made and colored white with blue and black trim, signifying reliability and justice. The young woman also finds herself in possession of "NEW" armor. That of Arkandos Phelan, her cyborg great (very many of them) grandfather, who's blue and black armor was modified and updated to fit her stature and needs. The majority of the beskar'gam is a deep blue signifying reliability, next is black for justice, a thick deep red stripe runs along each shoulder from the neck to the end of the pauldon the color honoring her deceased father and her mentor Rish. New markings, a thin outlining of gold around the top of her T-visor and a gray mythosaur symbol resting along her right gauntlet are in remembrance of Mal and Solus'ad respectively. Embroidered on the kama in white and gold to signify her virtuous vengeance for her people are two lines from the song "Rage of the Shadow Warriors", embroidered in mando'a (language and writing) Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a- "Let all those who stand before us light the night sky in flame. Our vengeance burns brighter still." Her belt is a multi-pouch utility belt that the kama (the "skirt" part) is hooked to. The upper body is thick plates that holds tightly to her form but allows her plenty of freedom of movement, consisting of: breast plates, shoulder pauldrons, upper arm and elbow gear, and forearm bracers. Her helmet has the typical "T" visor slit and painted onto it are the "Eyes of the Jai'galaar" symbol for her acts of bravery on Coruscant. Her hands are covered in black gloves, her under armor suit is also black and form fitting, the neck of it rising to her jaw line, and a deep blue cloak may (or may not) hang from her shoulders, the edges of which are trimmed in black like the material of the kama.
Birth place: Concord Dawn
Profession: Bounty Hunter / Mercenary
Skills: (since I have more than three I thought I should rank them like the attributes so it doesn’t seem like she’s great at all of them…since she obviously isn’t.)
Computer Use: 6
Security: 4
Repair: 5
Snipers Aim: 7
Dueling: 6
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: 03
Bio:
Italia Firians
Italia was born the oldest of four children to a human-mando family of farmers on Concord Dawn (all brothers: Cor, Itani, and Dax). Like all families there, she was raised by her mother (Kiva Firians) until the age of three, when her father (Orik Firians) started teaching her the ways of a warrior. During this time, she accompanied him on hunting trips, and was put through various types of training, such as fighting with a vibroblade, unarmed combat, obstacle courses, and learning more about their culture and language. At thirteen she was sent to Dxun for her verd'goten (coming of age) and told she had to survive a week there in the wild. The first three days were uneventful for the most part, as she had become adept at hunting and fashioning weapons out of practically nothing. By day four, she was beginning to have problems with the native carnivores. On day five, she woke early to find her small camp being searched by a boma for food. In the ensuing scuffle, the ravenous beast cut into Italia’s right shoulder blade with one of its short tusks. By the end of the fight, however, the boma was dead. Making certain she took the small tusks from the beast, Italia didn’t need to hunt again for the next day and a half when she was picked up by her father and welcomed into adulthood by the rest of her clan (Shiros), as well as gaining some small honor by killing the boma and brining back its tusks.
Rish Vorlax and the Ghost Star
That year, she joined an older bounty hunter named Rish Volax on his ship, the Ghost Star. Over the years he taught Italia the ways of the Bounty Hunter, the mechanics of ships, and captaining a crew. She learned quickly. Though neither of them had ever been considered ruthless killers for money, they earned respect by being extremely good at their job, and often brought back their bounties alive. When she turned 20 Rish was murdered on Dxun, leaving his ship, the Ghost Star, and a loathing for Zeltrons and Duxn with Italia. She, like Rish, does not like to kill just because it makes her job easier. She only kills if she has no other choice, and will try every other means of persuasion so that it doesn't have to come to killing....however she will do whatever it takes to get her job done. During the three years after Rish’s death, Italia began working not only as a bounty hunter, but also a mercenary, taking jobs protecting people and ships. This seemed to suit her personality, and views as a mandalorian better than simply fighting for no real cause, but to gain money. The only people Italia typically refused to work for were the sith and dark jedi, since she viewed them as honorless minions, only interested in needless killing. Like all mando's Italia would come to the aide of the Mandalore, if called, though she tended to keep her distance from those working with him, not always liking the decisions that the Mandalore made. In this way, she tried to keep her sense of honor intact.
Axle Finne
Interesting things seemed to happen to the fiery little merc. One instance was meeting a curious young man while on Selonia. Her navi-computer on the Star had begun to glitch, so she’d landed on the nearest planet to gather parts and fix it. Despite the normality of the stop, the young woman found herself in the same parts shop as another man not much younger than herself. Deciding to investigate further, she brushed against the young man on her way to the counter. The only reason she did this was because she found, oddly enough, that she could sometimes tell things about people if she touched them. Though not much was revealed to her, this time was no different…it did, however, make her step backwards, startled at the odd feeling she’d gotten from the action. After a short chase, she caught up with the man named Axle. The interesting fact about Axle…he was an experiment, a genetic experiment that had, of all things, wings. Despite this most intriguing revelation, Italia had little desire to stay and find out more.
Owen Justic
Naboo was the destination, body guard was the job. She and an “associate” made the typical rounds, checking streets for potential sniping places, searching out means of escape should the employer need it, planning the best and safest route to lead their charge…nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until evening that anything truly interesting happened. As she was helping guide her employer toward the palace, an assassination attempt was made. Italia swiftly pursued the assassin and in so doing discovered that the man was not the only one on the planet attempting to kill her employer. Later that night, with the help of her associate and the man she’d confronted (named Owen), Italia managed to smuggle her employer away from the planet and to the safety of Coruscant’s security guards. Though she had discovered that she had some feelings for Owen, she was never one to stay long. As things turned out, Owen talked Lia into letting him continue on with her. It was while hunting a wookiee that Italia received a blow to the chest that damaged her lungs, bruising them badly, and Owen was beaten to a bruised and bloody pulp. Needing medical attention, the young mando managed to tranq the wookiee and get it back to the ship, meeting Owen there before limping away to the next semi-friendly planet and dropping Owen off at the nearest medical center. She had a drop to make for the bounty, so she only stayed long enough to make sure Owen would be alright before leaving once more. Unfortunately this meant that he was also taken into custody for an attempted assassination on Italia’s former employer…who had just so happened to be a high ranking military officer.
Damn Toydarians!
After collecting the bounty on the wookiee, Italia immediately took on another bounty…this time it was a toydarian. Not bothering with medical attention for her bruised and injured lungs (not that she could afford it anyway), Italia tracked the annoying little cretin from Tatooine to Coruscant’s industrial centers. It wasn’t easy to find ANYTHING in Coruscant’s industrial sectors, much less a MOVING something that had half a brain and knew it was being hunted. Over the course of a month and a half Italia spent her time in the grimy and ash/pollution covered industrial center, only furthering the damage to her lungs. It got to the point, near the end of her hunt, that she had regular coughing fits that hindered her performance in even simple tasks. The auburn did, eventually, capture the rogue toydarian and collect her bounty, but it had taken it’s toll on her body…one that would plague her life into the future.
”I hate Dxun…”
Her next stop was Dxun.
RP Sample:
As the sun filtered down through a few cracks in the roof of the carved out cave that housed the small shop Italia had wandered into. As the athletic woman looked around the small shop, she noted the few customers appeared to be smugglers, and she nodded to another man toward the back, whom she recognized as a fellow hunter. Hopefully, he wasn't here for her...but by the looks of it, he wasn't. As Italia rummaged through a bin of ship components, she noted the entrance of a new face. The man seemed nervous enough to be sure, but that was common in a place like this, especially if you felt claustrophobic. After gazing at the man for a moment, she returned to her rummaging...perhaps this man would be worth looking into? He seemed the type to be hunted, and her hunches weren't often wrong. In the pretext of standing upright to stretch, Lia loosened her blaster slightly and made a mental note of the man's features. He had an odd shape to his back, and she wondered why. Leaning over once more to rummage about, she finally found the part she needed for her ship, and extracted it carefully.
Walking toward the counter, she headed in the direction of the new-comer, her bright, clever, eyes fixed on him intently. It took a moment for Axle's eyes to adjust, dark, dingy, but quite busy shop. There were shelves full of parts as well as bins of nuts, bolts...then he noticed she was staring. Not overly obvious but she definitely was keeping her eye on him. He took a few steps in, quickly eying the shelves of parts. There were a few computer components he needed to get his navi-computer back into some kind of working order. All the while Axle kept his eye on the woman. She had finished rummaging around in one of the parts bin and made for the Selonian behind the counter...and him, for that matter. Ah, he had noticed her. So perhaps he wasn't the hunted after all...but the hunter? She nodded to the man slightly as she brushed past him on her way to the counter. She was odd like that...Lia had found that if she even lightly brushed against a person she could get some kind of idea of who, or what, they were...but as she brushed by him...
Italia almost tripped over herself as she found that he was not at all a normal human. She wasn't sure just what this man was, but it interested her greatly...even more so than his actions had...and that was saying something, considering Lia didn't often find her attention drawn to others unless they had a bounty on their head...or were hunting hers. The action of her brushing slightly against him made Axle jump slightly, or, well, it would have if her reaction wasn't much more shocked than his own. She had taken a step very quickly backwards. His eyes lowered to hers... somehow, some way...
She knows...
Axle straightened, turned, and pushed his way out of the shop. If what the shop keeper had was all that good, he would have to come back for it later. A few people exclaimed at him as he pushed towards the edge of the market, it probably wouldn’t cause that much uproar if he took off from here. He just had to get some distance away from her. As the man jostled his way out of the shop, Lia pushed her way toward the counter, put the part down with a hurried "Hold this for me" and followed in the man's wake. As she came to the crowded market street, she saw his head over the crowd, and knew she wouldn't be able to catch him this way. Looking around swiftly, she leapt up and caught hold of a metal sign holder, on which, she swung herself up onto the low rooftop and darted along the edge of it.
Hey! she shouted after him, dodging another sign post and leaping to the next roof as she pursued the man. She wasn't about to let him get away that easily...not when he'd so acutely peaked her interest...it was, to say the least, worth her time to pursue the man. As she leapt lightly to the next building, she caught sight of him once more, and picked up her pace along the roof tops. Ducking around an antenna, she caught hold of the next sign pole she came to and swung around it, launching herself at the man, aiming to catch hold of his arms and pull him down to the ground so that he couldn't get away from her. As Italia collided with the man from behind, they both tumbled to the ground in a swirl of dust. As the people near by, skirted around the pair, Lia dragged the man to his feet, and with one deft movement, pulled a thin, sharp, wire around the man's wrists.
Follow me and I won't have to slit your wrists with this nice little wire of mine. I have some questions.
Italia stated, eying the man. She didn't trust the him, true enough, but he seemed like he was her type of person...a hunter by nature, or by creation, and perhaps there was a deal to be made with him that would benefit both of them. Axle soon found himself dragged to his feet, a thin piece of wire binding his wrists. Sorry state of affairs this turned out to be. He had avoided the authorities for years, even made a game out of it, but now, this woman managed to catch him with, what seemed like, very little effort whatsoever.
And what, pray tell, do you plan to do with me if I come calm and quiet? Turn me over to the feds?
She didn't know exactly who... what he was yet, that much was certain. They had left the main road and were traveling into the much darker side of the city, the territory of the scum of society... home. Italia made a sound of disgust and continued on her way down the alley.
Hah! You've got to be joking? I might as well hand myself over to them as well. No, I just have some questions, and perhaps a deal can be made to profit both of us.
She replied, turning toward the cantina. As she reached the deep shadows near the front of the place, Lia stopped and turned to face him. He wasn't bad looking to be sure, but a nice face could be a deadly trap....that much she knew, and used to her own advantage many times.
Now, are you going to be a good boy and not run away? If so I'll let you out of this little wire bind I have on you, and we can go inside and talk like people...or...you can run, and I'll track you down and kill you myself. she stated calmly, though she meant every word of what she'd said
Ship Name: Ghost Star
