Post by Anackis on May 28, 2009 12:17:34 GMT -5
Name: Realin Ardia
Race: Zeltron
Age: 18
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 126 lbs
Appearance:
Light pink/almost white skin, Black(dyed) hair, purple eyes, Excellent physical shape, considered highly attractive by Human, near-Human, and even humanoid standards. Even with the new found popularity and wealth of being a musician, Realin tends to be frugal and look for deals when shopping for clothing. She tries to dress nice, though she doesn't worry about fashion, unless given something from someone she cares about. She likes wearing short skirts or tight (but comfterble) Pants. She would be fine just throwing a T-Shirt on unless she knew that people would see her, then she would wear something more appealing. She can always be found with an old used datapad she found, containing her thoughts, songs and poems.
I stake no claim to this picture, but you can.
Birth place: Taris
Occupation: Singer/Song Writer/Preformer
Band: Holosonic Halcyon
Rank: Double Viol Player/Back-up Singer(only when she has to be)
Bio:
Rezin and Adaliin were a happy couple and, as most Zeltrons, they loved looking for fun. In a spur-of-the-moment action, they jumped on a transport ship and decided to get off at the first planet it went to. Unfortunately they slept through the first stop and didn't end up getting off until Taris. On Taris they had what fun they could manage until they realized they did not have enough credits to leave. Soon they found themselves stuck in the lower regions of Taris, Adaliin pregnant with a child, and Rezin looking for what work he could find. Giving up their carefree lifestyle was hard, but they found a new joy in their lives with their new little girl.
Realin was a quiet baby, barely crying. She always seemed alert and looked around as if she took in everything she saw and heard. She was quick to walk but slow to speak. She did not even try to speak until late in her second year, but her first words astounded her parents, for she didn't say just one word, but a full sentence asking for a drink of water. Her parents were so proud thinking their daughter was a genius, but that thought quickly left. Realin did not like speaking and seemed to only speak when she needed something, it was as if she was scared to speak.
At the age of 4, Realin gained a fear of heights and the loss of someone close to her at the same time. While out walking with her mother they heard a scream and saw a man fall from the upper levels. Before he even got close to them she could feel the fear he felt as he fell, the feelings stunned her. Realin didn't even let out a scream as the man crashed on the ground before her, the mixture of shock and feelings of fear he had felt was too much for her. Being able to sense what others felt was something inherint to Zeltrons, but Realin wished it were not so at that time.
Tears filled her eyes as she recognized the lifeless face of her father who had ascended to the upper levels for a job. Unfortunately the Rich on those levels did not look kindly to the poor that lived below. Her mother screamed out and held Realin close trying to cover her eyes, but Realin kept staring in horror. Adaliin locked herself in her room for three days before realizing she still had to take care of Realin. Realin had climbed onto the counter and gotten what food she could, though she ate none of it, making more of a mess than anything. She did not want to do anything or talk to anyone, the loss of her father was like a black hole in her heart, leaving her empty and cold. Realin, although she spoke little as it was, did not speak at all for a long time after that. Her mother took up a job as a cook for a a family that lived on the higher levels. Realin did not want her mother to take the job but would not voice her oppinion. Her mother felt her fear though, but also said nothing. Realin did not want her mother meeting the same fate as her father had.
Soon she began to write, she wrote her thoughts and feelings in a data pad she found. Feelings of loneliness, hatred, love and pain; all written very basic in the small words she knew how to spell, and a few she thought she did. She kept it hidden from everyone, embarrassed of what they might think. She was proud of what she wrote, but she was scared to write anything for school after the teacher read a poem she wrote for an assignment to the whole class. Realin was so embarrassed she began to cry, only drawing more attention to herself. The more embarrassed she become the more her little body let out the pheromones that she did not know how to control. She could sense what everyone was feeling in the room. Some fealt fear and embarrassment as she did, as if she was somehow sharing her feelings with everyone. Though some of those feeling scared her even more and she ran home to hide under her blankets.
She refused to say anything to her mother and pretended to be sick the next day. Adaliin knew something had happened but Realin refused to tell. It wasn't until a day later when an administrater from the school called and informed Adaliin what had happened that she was able to talk with Realin. Though she had agreed to return to school she did not feel comfterble about it at all. Returning to school the next day was not a happy event, filled with awkward stares and comments about her. Some of the other kids still had strange feelings for her and she tried her best to avoid them.
She did well in school, but she learned that if she did not apply herself too much she would avoid the awkward moments of being pointed out by a teacher or classmate, and thus avoid the inevitable embarrassment that followed. She enjoyed learning about things, especially music. At the age of 6 she began to play the Double Viol which her mother had braught home from work. The old instrament had been tossed aside by a child that lived there who had gotten a newer and better one. It's faded red color and black neck seemed like new to Realin and she found herself tracing the scratched in inicials on the back, Z.K.
Soon she began to elaborate on her poems and found herself searching for better words to describe what she wanted to protray in her writing. While it was not the best work of written art, Realin liked it and tried picturing her words being sung on a stage, by someone else of course.
At the age of 8 she realized something that scared her to death. While shopping with her mom she noticed a holoscreen showing a music video. In the video, the people that sang and played the Bottom Viol got the most attention from the crowd and camera. That attention would cause her embarrassment and cause her to let those Pheromones loose again. Quickly she decided that playing the top part of her Double Viol was not for her and took up playing the bass(bottom section of the Double Viol) because no one ever noticed the Bass player or asked them to play something, or even pointed at them from the crowed. She practiced playing whenever she could.
Soon Realin began to notice the lack of her mothers presence around the house. She had always been too preoccupied with school work or just secluding herself in her room to notice. It was simply because she had to work to take care of them, without her husband, Realins mother had to take up the slack. At first Realin felt alone, but concluded that it was as normal as it had ever been. Adaliin did not like leaving Realin home alone, but knew that her daughter wouldn't do anything too crazy, if crazy at all.
Realin wanted to help her mother out and so began to clean up as best she could around the small house. She attempted to help make meals but more times then not just got in the way. By the age of 9 she was learning to cook and was catching on quickly. Making dinner wasn't a chore for her, but something she just did every night. Her mother was thankful for the help, but Realin always felt that she should do more.
She understood that they were not the most well off and that they had to go without things, her mother letting her have the Viol was a huge blessing to her. Even though it was old and not the most beautiful thing to look at, Realin was able to creat beautiful sounds with it that calmed her. She found that if she listened to a song, she could play it on her Viol, or at least something close to it.
One night, when she was 10, she was looking through her data pad and realized that some of her tiny poems, if arranged right would make a decent song. She had to change a word here and there to make it fit, but it worked. She rabbed her Double Viol and spent most of the night trying to fit the words to the instrament. She loved the idea of making her words into songs and over the years would constantly go back to her datapad, change some words to sound less childlike, and pull out the Viol to see what she could make with it.
When Realin was 12, her mother had to work late to train a new employee. Realin decided to bring dinner to her mother, she had done it many times before and liked that no one really spoke to her or payed much attention as she went about her task.
When she arrived her mother introduced her to a boy around her age. She instantly began to blush, noticing how cute he was, but his canine-like teeth scared her a bit. Her mother introduced her to the golden skinned boy, Realin was sure it was the child of the new employee her mother was training. She did not find out for years to come that her mother actually worked for this boys family.
Even though Realin did not want to be around this boy, who insisted his name was Kev, she found that he was often there when she braught her mother food. Realin tried not to talk with Kev and blushed whenever he talked to her. She thought his golden skin was cute and his hair was amazing in the two tones colors, but she would never admit it. But soon the boy was following her home, helping her carry anything he could.
One evening while Kev was at their small house he noticed her Double Viol. He insisted that she play something for him, and through a great deal of coaxing on his part, and blushing on hers, she finally picked it up and began to play, but she flat out refused to sing.
She didn't know how she had missed Kev at school before, but he had always gone to the same class as Realin. It took a while but she finally felt comfortable enough to talk with him, though she spoke little still. Unfortunately for Realin, Kev spoke often, and he did not speak softly.In all her attempts to stay out of the spotlight, Kev pulled her into it simply by being himself and drawing attention to them both. This made the tough years of school even harder for Realin. But she put up with it, because even though she liked her solitude and hated being in the spot light, she loved making music with Kev who would often come over and play.
When Realin turned 13 Kev invited her to a concert his band was playing. Reluctantly she went. The crowds, the noise, the stares, all made her nervous, but she was glad she was not on the stage for everyone to notice. The concert was good, but she noticed that the Bass player was not that good, but she didn't tell Kev.
Kev changed bands a few times over the next year, but constantly invited Realin to come to the concerts and listen. There was always something missing though, and Kev never stayed too long with any band. Realin couldn't blame him, she was glad he had dreams of being a star, though she wished she didn't have to be dragged into them. Though in her secret data pad, she put her true feelings, she loved the idea of being a star, but feared the publicity it would have on her. Most importantly she thought she was in love with Kev.
At 15 Realin received a fright. Her data pad with her poems and songs was missing. She didn't understand how it could have gotten lost, no one knew where it was. Kev however knew exactly where it was, he had found it one night at her house while she was making dinner, what he was digging for in her stuff, she never found out. She was furiouser and for the first time ever yelled at someone. She slapped him across the face and locked herself in her room crying thinking of how bad it was that he read her deepest feelings.
Kev however didn't realize that the poems and songs were about him. He loved them and begged Realin to keep writing songs. He would not leave the idea alone and went as far as to make her promise to join his band, which hadn't been made yet. After months of pleading Realin finally agreed, only after Kev told her something personal about himself. He had made it seem like a very big deal, but Realin didn't understand at the time how important his real name was to him.
He went as far as telling her about the inicials on the back of her double viol, it had belonged to him as a child, but he threw it out and gotten a new one. Realin suddenlt realized that this boy was not the child of someone who worked with her mother, but the child of the people her mother worked for. Embarrassment and anger flushed her face filling the room with uneasy emotions. He came from the same people that killed her father. She was overwhelmed and confused at the same time. He was nothing like she imagined all the rich people to be. She struggled within herself for a few days, not wanting to see him, yet some part of her not wanting to be apart.
Zane had always found a way to avoid taking her to his house. Now she knew why, he did not want her to be embarrassed. Though she was a little embarrassed, knowing Zane would pitty her for her humble upbringing and that she was using someone elses garbage. He bought her a new one, but she would not let the old one go. Knowing it was his at one point, even though not directly given to her from him, made her feel like she could always have a bit of him with her. It wasn't until she realized she wanted him near that she forgave him.
So Realin decided to join Zanes band knowing that the band would fall through just like all the bands he'd been in. At least she would be playing Bass in the back where no one really payed much attention to her. And she would be with Zane, even if he was rich.
It didn't take Zane long to get the other band members, with all the groups he had been in he had made sure to keep good ties with key players. Practice took longer then the others would have liked, but Realin finally felt comfortable around them. They practiced at her house, where not many people cared if there was an excess of noise. Before she knew it they were doing there first show. It was nothing big, just a performance at the school. Her classmates loved the show and Realin heared them talking about it for weeks after. Relief washed over her as she realized no one recognized her playing in the background. Though something inside of her wished they had noticed, wished she were a star, even if only for a day. But she knew that day would never come.
Realin was still hesitant to go up to the higher levels of the city, but Zanes family was warm and inviting. With the help of Zane's father and the connections he had working in the music business, Holosonic Halcyon was soon playing small shows around the city. Zane's father took up managing the band, setting up shows all over. Nothing big or extravagent, but enough to get their name out. Realin was certain a heart attack would come soon if they kept walking into the spotlight, but Zane was loving it.
The band quickly gained popularity among the younger people and some adults and before they knew it they were playing shows in all parts of Taris. The shows went from playing in local schools to concert halls. Realin could not believe it, Holosonic Halcyon was known across the planet.
What happened next was pure luck. Zane had tried to get them into the "Galactic Explosion", a big concert featuring many well known groups that lasted a whole week. Luckily for them one of the groups canceled and their back up was delayed to to a hyper drive malfunction. Leaving them one shot to show what they had. Realin knew Zane had been hoping for this shot for years and did not want to let him down. There was one small problem, Realin did not have the money to make it to Corellia where it would be held. She had invested all she had earned into helping her mother. As the days grew closer and closer Realin's worry increased. But Zanes father calmed her fears, as it was a bands expense, he was going to take care of everyones tickets and lodging.
Practice became rutine. The band only paused for food and sleep. They wanted to make sure everything would be perfect. But it wasn't, Zane had lost his voice and did not think he would be able to sing. He pleaded with Realin to sing the songs, she knew them, she had written them. With a great deal of pleading from the entire band, she agreed. The stage seemed to be entering a black hole, the audience staring, shouting, pulling them in. Realin thought she was going to pass out. But as the music started, she lost herself.
Realin didn't remember a thing from the concert, but Zane and the others seemed to act as if it went well. It had gone better then they thought. An agent wanted to sign them on and start them touring, just around Taris at first, but he said they were good enough to move to better places in the Galaxy. Their agent was a bit shocked when he found out that Zane was the lead singer, but his shock quickly faded and he began to promote them as muti-talented artists. Realin felt he cared more for money then for helping them out, but Zane convinced her he was a needed addition. It took a bit of prodding to find out that Zane wanted to be independent of his father.
Leaving her mother was hard on Realin, but her mother was so proud. Realin knew this was an opportunity to pay her mother back for all that she had done to keep their little family going. That thought wasn't the only thing that helped her as they toured. Zane was there, though he still insisted that she call him Kev, which she did. She wasn't sure if anyone else in the band even knew his real name, that made her feel better about being there.
From there everything seemed to jump into Hyperspace. Photo shoots that seemed just as hard as singing in front of people were almost as common as the fans wanting autographs. Realin always tried to find another way out of the performances, somewhere that people weren't. But it didn't seem to matter, wherever Zane lead her came fame and glory.
Attributes: Biological traits
1. produce pheromones which further enhanced their attractiveness.
2. project emotions onto others
3. empathic ability, allowing her to read and even feel the emotions of others
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Alignment: +4
RP Sample:
Realin sat on her cold bed huddled against the wall, her double viol cradled in her arms. Her nerves slid down her spine like the vibrating strings down the neck of the viol. She wanted to go back home, to her mother, to her warm bed. It wouldn't be long now, Zane had told her everything would be o.k., that she need not worry so much. But he was gone, taking care of the final preparations.
She was sure the other members would be free to talk with or to just hang with, but it was different with them. She never made a connection with them like she had with Zane, and she didn't like being alone with them. It was easy enough to lie, to tell them she had to prepare herself, how many times had she told them that? It's not like she could tell them she wouldn't do it. They were relying on her and Zane had asked her to do it. She knew he could sing it just as well, if not better then her. At least they only wanted her to sing one song, but why did it have to be the first?
She suddenly felt sick, the tiny butterflies that fluttered gently in her stomach turned into toads, bounding around recklessly. She was certain she would lose the little dinner she had eaten but she knew she had to hold it in, letting it out would only add to the inevitable embarrassment that lay before her. Her hands slipped on the neck of the guitar leaving glossy trail of cold sweat in it's wake. A million thoughts began to rush through her head, "What will happen when I mess up?", "Are they going to laugh at me?", "They're going to boo me off the stage!"
Her head began to spin, dizziness consuming her. She stared down at her empty bed trying desperately to forget what was going on around her. Her eyes began to blur and she found herself concentrating on focusing in on her own unbearable world as it seemed to crash in around her. She wondered why she enjoyed doing this in the first place.
"I'm better then this", she told herself in an attempt to talk herself up, "You'll be the best thing they've ever seen." But her attempts only made her feel worse. She began to pluck at the strings on her viol, trying to think of the simple things when a knock came at the door.
"Realin" a familiar voice sounded, muffled through the door. Realin couldn't tell who it was, the sound of her heart beating out any recognition she should have had, "It's time, lets go."
Reluctantly she rose to her feet, unsure if her legs would be able to hold her. The door slid open and the others nodded to her, she was sure she saw Zane say something but she didn't hear anything, the sound of the crowd was already roaring to wards them. She stepped out onto the stage and for a moment, however brief it was, a smile crossed her face and she forgot all her worries.
Then she saw the audiance...
Race: Zeltron
Age: 18
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 126 lbs
Appearance:
Light pink/almost white skin, Black(dyed) hair, purple eyes, Excellent physical shape, considered highly attractive by Human, near-Human, and even humanoid standards. Even with the new found popularity and wealth of being a musician, Realin tends to be frugal and look for deals when shopping for clothing. She tries to dress nice, though she doesn't worry about fashion, unless given something from someone she cares about. She likes wearing short skirts or tight (but comfterble) Pants. She would be fine just throwing a T-Shirt on unless she knew that people would see her, then she would wear something more appealing. She can always be found with an old used datapad she found, containing her thoughts, songs and poems.
I stake no claim to this picture, but you can.
Birth place: Taris
Occupation: Singer/Song Writer/Preformer
Band: Holosonic Halcyon
Rank: Double Viol Player/Back-up Singer(only when she has to be)
Bio:
Rezin and Adaliin were a happy couple and, as most Zeltrons, they loved looking for fun. In a spur-of-the-moment action, they jumped on a transport ship and decided to get off at the first planet it went to. Unfortunately they slept through the first stop and didn't end up getting off until Taris. On Taris they had what fun they could manage until they realized they did not have enough credits to leave. Soon they found themselves stuck in the lower regions of Taris, Adaliin pregnant with a child, and Rezin looking for what work he could find. Giving up their carefree lifestyle was hard, but they found a new joy in their lives with their new little girl.
Realin was a quiet baby, barely crying. She always seemed alert and looked around as if she took in everything she saw and heard. She was quick to walk but slow to speak. She did not even try to speak until late in her second year, but her first words astounded her parents, for she didn't say just one word, but a full sentence asking for a drink of water. Her parents were so proud thinking their daughter was a genius, but that thought quickly left. Realin did not like speaking and seemed to only speak when she needed something, it was as if she was scared to speak.
At the age of 4, Realin gained a fear of heights and the loss of someone close to her at the same time. While out walking with her mother they heard a scream and saw a man fall from the upper levels. Before he even got close to them she could feel the fear he felt as he fell, the feelings stunned her. Realin didn't even let out a scream as the man crashed on the ground before her, the mixture of shock and feelings of fear he had felt was too much for her. Being able to sense what others felt was something inherint to Zeltrons, but Realin wished it were not so at that time.
Tears filled her eyes as she recognized the lifeless face of her father who had ascended to the upper levels for a job. Unfortunately the Rich on those levels did not look kindly to the poor that lived below. Her mother screamed out and held Realin close trying to cover her eyes, but Realin kept staring in horror. Adaliin locked herself in her room for three days before realizing she still had to take care of Realin. Realin had climbed onto the counter and gotten what food she could, though she ate none of it, making more of a mess than anything. She did not want to do anything or talk to anyone, the loss of her father was like a black hole in her heart, leaving her empty and cold. Realin, although she spoke little as it was, did not speak at all for a long time after that. Her mother took up a job as a cook for a a family that lived on the higher levels. Realin did not want her mother to take the job but would not voice her oppinion. Her mother felt her fear though, but also said nothing. Realin did not want her mother meeting the same fate as her father had.
Soon she began to write, she wrote her thoughts and feelings in a data pad she found. Feelings of loneliness, hatred, love and pain; all written very basic in the small words she knew how to spell, and a few she thought she did. She kept it hidden from everyone, embarrassed of what they might think. She was proud of what she wrote, but she was scared to write anything for school after the teacher read a poem she wrote for an assignment to the whole class. Realin was so embarrassed she began to cry, only drawing more attention to herself. The more embarrassed she become the more her little body let out the pheromones that she did not know how to control. She could sense what everyone was feeling in the room. Some fealt fear and embarrassment as she did, as if she was somehow sharing her feelings with everyone. Though some of those feeling scared her even more and she ran home to hide under her blankets.
She refused to say anything to her mother and pretended to be sick the next day. Adaliin knew something had happened but Realin refused to tell. It wasn't until a day later when an administrater from the school called and informed Adaliin what had happened that she was able to talk with Realin. Though she had agreed to return to school she did not feel comfterble about it at all. Returning to school the next day was not a happy event, filled with awkward stares and comments about her. Some of the other kids still had strange feelings for her and she tried her best to avoid them.
She did well in school, but she learned that if she did not apply herself too much she would avoid the awkward moments of being pointed out by a teacher or classmate, and thus avoid the inevitable embarrassment that followed. She enjoyed learning about things, especially music. At the age of 6 she began to play the Double Viol which her mother had braught home from work. The old instrament had been tossed aside by a child that lived there who had gotten a newer and better one. It's faded red color and black neck seemed like new to Realin and she found herself tracing the scratched in inicials on the back, Z.K.
Soon she began to elaborate on her poems and found herself searching for better words to describe what she wanted to protray in her writing. While it was not the best work of written art, Realin liked it and tried picturing her words being sung on a stage, by someone else of course.
At the age of 8 she realized something that scared her to death. While shopping with her mom she noticed a holoscreen showing a music video. In the video, the people that sang and played the Bottom Viol got the most attention from the crowd and camera. That attention would cause her embarrassment and cause her to let those Pheromones loose again. Quickly she decided that playing the top part of her Double Viol was not for her and took up playing the bass(bottom section of the Double Viol) because no one ever noticed the Bass player or asked them to play something, or even pointed at them from the crowed. She practiced playing whenever she could.
Soon Realin began to notice the lack of her mothers presence around the house. She had always been too preoccupied with school work or just secluding herself in her room to notice. It was simply because she had to work to take care of them, without her husband, Realins mother had to take up the slack. At first Realin felt alone, but concluded that it was as normal as it had ever been. Adaliin did not like leaving Realin home alone, but knew that her daughter wouldn't do anything too crazy, if crazy at all.
Realin wanted to help her mother out and so began to clean up as best she could around the small house. She attempted to help make meals but more times then not just got in the way. By the age of 9 she was learning to cook and was catching on quickly. Making dinner wasn't a chore for her, but something she just did every night. Her mother was thankful for the help, but Realin always felt that she should do more.
She understood that they were not the most well off and that they had to go without things, her mother letting her have the Viol was a huge blessing to her. Even though it was old and not the most beautiful thing to look at, Realin was able to creat beautiful sounds with it that calmed her. She found that if she listened to a song, she could play it on her Viol, or at least something close to it.
One night, when she was 10, she was looking through her data pad and realized that some of her tiny poems, if arranged right would make a decent song. She had to change a word here and there to make it fit, but it worked. She rabbed her Double Viol and spent most of the night trying to fit the words to the instrament. She loved the idea of making her words into songs and over the years would constantly go back to her datapad, change some words to sound less childlike, and pull out the Viol to see what she could make with it.
When Realin was 12, her mother had to work late to train a new employee. Realin decided to bring dinner to her mother, she had done it many times before and liked that no one really spoke to her or payed much attention as she went about her task.
When she arrived her mother introduced her to a boy around her age. She instantly began to blush, noticing how cute he was, but his canine-like teeth scared her a bit. Her mother introduced her to the golden skinned boy, Realin was sure it was the child of the new employee her mother was training. She did not find out for years to come that her mother actually worked for this boys family.
Even though Realin did not want to be around this boy, who insisted his name was Kev, she found that he was often there when she braught her mother food. Realin tried not to talk with Kev and blushed whenever he talked to her. She thought his golden skin was cute and his hair was amazing in the two tones colors, but she would never admit it. But soon the boy was following her home, helping her carry anything he could.
One evening while Kev was at their small house he noticed her Double Viol. He insisted that she play something for him, and through a great deal of coaxing on his part, and blushing on hers, she finally picked it up and began to play, but she flat out refused to sing.
She didn't know how she had missed Kev at school before, but he had always gone to the same class as Realin. It took a while but she finally felt comfortable enough to talk with him, though she spoke little still. Unfortunately for Realin, Kev spoke often, and he did not speak softly.In all her attempts to stay out of the spotlight, Kev pulled her into it simply by being himself and drawing attention to them both. This made the tough years of school even harder for Realin. But she put up with it, because even though she liked her solitude and hated being in the spot light, she loved making music with Kev who would often come over and play.
When Realin turned 13 Kev invited her to a concert his band was playing. Reluctantly she went. The crowds, the noise, the stares, all made her nervous, but she was glad she was not on the stage for everyone to notice. The concert was good, but she noticed that the Bass player was not that good, but she didn't tell Kev.
Kev changed bands a few times over the next year, but constantly invited Realin to come to the concerts and listen. There was always something missing though, and Kev never stayed too long with any band. Realin couldn't blame him, she was glad he had dreams of being a star, though she wished she didn't have to be dragged into them. Though in her secret data pad, she put her true feelings, she loved the idea of being a star, but feared the publicity it would have on her. Most importantly she thought she was in love with Kev.
At 15 Realin received a fright. Her data pad with her poems and songs was missing. She didn't understand how it could have gotten lost, no one knew where it was. Kev however knew exactly where it was, he had found it one night at her house while she was making dinner, what he was digging for in her stuff, she never found out. She was furiouser and for the first time ever yelled at someone. She slapped him across the face and locked herself in her room crying thinking of how bad it was that he read her deepest feelings.
Kev however didn't realize that the poems and songs were about him. He loved them and begged Realin to keep writing songs. He would not leave the idea alone and went as far as to make her promise to join his band, which hadn't been made yet. After months of pleading Realin finally agreed, only after Kev told her something personal about himself. He had made it seem like a very big deal, but Realin didn't understand at the time how important his real name was to him.
He went as far as telling her about the inicials on the back of her double viol, it had belonged to him as a child, but he threw it out and gotten a new one. Realin suddenlt realized that this boy was not the child of someone who worked with her mother, but the child of the people her mother worked for. Embarrassment and anger flushed her face filling the room with uneasy emotions. He came from the same people that killed her father. She was overwhelmed and confused at the same time. He was nothing like she imagined all the rich people to be. She struggled within herself for a few days, not wanting to see him, yet some part of her not wanting to be apart.
Zane had always found a way to avoid taking her to his house. Now she knew why, he did not want her to be embarrassed. Though she was a little embarrassed, knowing Zane would pitty her for her humble upbringing and that she was using someone elses garbage. He bought her a new one, but she would not let the old one go. Knowing it was his at one point, even though not directly given to her from him, made her feel like she could always have a bit of him with her. It wasn't until she realized she wanted him near that she forgave him.
So Realin decided to join Zanes band knowing that the band would fall through just like all the bands he'd been in. At least she would be playing Bass in the back where no one really payed much attention to her. And she would be with Zane, even if he was rich.
It didn't take Zane long to get the other band members, with all the groups he had been in he had made sure to keep good ties with key players. Practice took longer then the others would have liked, but Realin finally felt comfortable around them. They practiced at her house, where not many people cared if there was an excess of noise. Before she knew it they were doing there first show. It was nothing big, just a performance at the school. Her classmates loved the show and Realin heared them talking about it for weeks after. Relief washed over her as she realized no one recognized her playing in the background. Though something inside of her wished they had noticed, wished she were a star, even if only for a day. But she knew that day would never come.
Realin was still hesitant to go up to the higher levels of the city, but Zanes family was warm and inviting. With the help of Zane's father and the connections he had working in the music business, Holosonic Halcyon was soon playing small shows around the city. Zane's father took up managing the band, setting up shows all over. Nothing big or extravagent, but enough to get their name out. Realin was certain a heart attack would come soon if they kept walking into the spotlight, but Zane was loving it.
The band quickly gained popularity among the younger people and some adults and before they knew it they were playing shows in all parts of Taris. The shows went from playing in local schools to concert halls. Realin could not believe it, Holosonic Halcyon was known across the planet.
What happened next was pure luck. Zane had tried to get them into the "Galactic Explosion", a big concert featuring many well known groups that lasted a whole week. Luckily for them one of the groups canceled and their back up was delayed to to a hyper drive malfunction. Leaving them one shot to show what they had. Realin knew Zane had been hoping for this shot for years and did not want to let him down. There was one small problem, Realin did not have the money to make it to Corellia where it would be held. She had invested all she had earned into helping her mother. As the days grew closer and closer Realin's worry increased. But Zanes father calmed her fears, as it was a bands expense, he was going to take care of everyones tickets and lodging.
Practice became rutine. The band only paused for food and sleep. They wanted to make sure everything would be perfect. But it wasn't, Zane had lost his voice and did not think he would be able to sing. He pleaded with Realin to sing the songs, she knew them, she had written them. With a great deal of pleading from the entire band, she agreed. The stage seemed to be entering a black hole, the audience staring, shouting, pulling them in. Realin thought she was going to pass out. But as the music started, she lost herself.
Realin didn't remember a thing from the concert, but Zane and the others seemed to act as if it went well. It had gone better then they thought. An agent wanted to sign them on and start them touring, just around Taris at first, but he said they were good enough to move to better places in the Galaxy. Their agent was a bit shocked when he found out that Zane was the lead singer, but his shock quickly faded and he began to promote them as muti-talented artists. Realin felt he cared more for money then for helping them out, but Zane convinced her he was a needed addition. It took a bit of prodding to find out that Zane wanted to be independent of his father.
Leaving her mother was hard on Realin, but her mother was so proud. Realin knew this was an opportunity to pay her mother back for all that she had done to keep their little family going. That thought wasn't the only thing that helped her as they toured. Zane was there, though he still insisted that she call him Kev, which she did. She wasn't sure if anyone else in the band even knew his real name, that made her feel better about being there.
From there everything seemed to jump into Hyperspace. Photo shoots that seemed just as hard as singing in front of people were almost as common as the fans wanting autographs. Realin always tried to find another way out of the performances, somewhere that people weren't. But it didn't seem to matter, wherever Zane lead her came fame and glory.
Attributes: Biological traits
1. produce pheromones which further enhanced their attractiveness.
2. project emotions onto others
3. empathic ability, allowing her to read and even feel the emotions of others
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Alignment: +4
RP Sample:
Realin sat on her cold bed huddled against the wall, her double viol cradled in her arms. Her nerves slid down her spine like the vibrating strings down the neck of the viol. She wanted to go back home, to her mother, to her warm bed. It wouldn't be long now, Zane had told her everything would be o.k., that she need not worry so much. But he was gone, taking care of the final preparations.
She was sure the other members would be free to talk with or to just hang with, but it was different with them. She never made a connection with them like she had with Zane, and she didn't like being alone with them. It was easy enough to lie, to tell them she had to prepare herself, how many times had she told them that? It's not like she could tell them she wouldn't do it. They were relying on her and Zane had asked her to do it. She knew he could sing it just as well, if not better then her. At least they only wanted her to sing one song, but why did it have to be the first?
She suddenly felt sick, the tiny butterflies that fluttered gently in her stomach turned into toads, bounding around recklessly. She was certain she would lose the little dinner she had eaten but she knew she had to hold it in, letting it out would only add to the inevitable embarrassment that lay before her. Her hands slipped on the neck of the guitar leaving glossy trail of cold sweat in it's wake. A million thoughts began to rush through her head, "What will happen when I mess up?", "Are they going to laugh at me?", "They're going to boo me off the stage!"
Her head began to spin, dizziness consuming her. She stared down at her empty bed trying desperately to forget what was going on around her. Her eyes began to blur and she found herself concentrating on focusing in on her own unbearable world as it seemed to crash in around her. She wondered why she enjoyed doing this in the first place.
"I'm better then this", she told herself in an attempt to talk herself up, "You'll be the best thing they've ever seen." But her attempts only made her feel worse. She began to pluck at the strings on her viol, trying to think of the simple things when a knock came at the door.
"Realin" a familiar voice sounded, muffled through the door. Realin couldn't tell who it was, the sound of her heart beating out any recognition she should have had, "It's time, lets go."
Reluctantly she rose to her feet, unsure if her legs would be able to hold her. The door slid open and the others nodded to her, she was sure she saw Zane say something but she didn't hear anything, the sound of the crowd was already roaring to wards them. She stepped out onto the stage and for a moment, however brief it was, a smile crossed her face and she forgot all her worries.
Then she saw the audiance...
