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NAME :
Yvette Dusong
SPECIES :
Human
GENDER :
Female
AGE :
Twenty-Three
OCCUPATION :
Freelance Artist
FACTION :
The One Sith
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HEIGHT :
5' 6'' | 1.67 m
WEIGHT :
136 lbs / 62 kg
EYE COLOR :
Light Blue
HAIR COLOR :
Auburn
FORCE SENSITIVE :
Yes
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[ + ] STRENGTH :
Force Sensitive [Untrained]
Despite the fact that she posses absolutely no meaningful knowledge of The Force or the extent of its applications, Yvette can nevertheless be trained in order to make use of this gift that had been bestowed upon her by the powers that be. If given enough time and resources, it is undoubtedly possible for her to harness, control, bend, and mold this unnatural power to satisfy her whims. Even so, the girl can neither control nor predict what sort of path fate has chosen for her in regards to her abilities.
[ + ] STRENGTH :
Artistic Talent
A painter by trade, Yvette earned her keep back home through either selling her art to the very few who were either interested in her work or felt pity for the girl, or to the even smaller group of individuals who were interested in learning the intricacies of a canvas themselves.
[ + ] STRENGTH :
Determination
Long has she yearned for the day that she could wrap her fingers around the throat of destiny and guide it towards the path of her liking, the unnatural and nonsensical departure of all those around her seemingly answering every single last one of her prayers. She has no plans to part with her new found freedom and joy, determined to sooner serve herself as an appetizer to a Rancor than return to her old way of life. This childish stubbornness of hers molded itself well to every other facet of her life, the desire to be correct and to never surrender surrender falling upon fertile soil.
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[ - ] WEAKNESS :
Martyr Complex
We are all born into this merciless world to fulfill a given task by the powers that be at work, that is simply a notion that neither man nor woman may deny regardless of their creed or status. Yet Fate is a cruel mistress that doesn't create us equally, nor offer us the same possibilities as our peers. If my purpose in this world is to suffer like a hound trapped in a cage for the sake of others, then so be it!
[ - ] WEAKNESS :
Pathological Liar
Even if I were capable of doing such an act, I would not dare speak falsely on behalf of myself or another. I hold in high regards anybody who tirelessly pursues the universal notion of truth, these few honorable beings deserving the highest praise we could possibly offer them for the innumerable sacrifices they take in the name of common decency. To even dare suggest I hold a differing opinion on this subject is downright insulting, crude assumptions born out of preconceived notions!
[ - ] WEAKNESS :
Cowardice
I shall stand tall in the face of danger and I shall not flee even when my knees shall buckle in fright. This I shall swear to you, for there is nothing more shameful than to see a grown man cower in terror or run for the bosom of their mother in the face of adversity.
[ - ] WEAKNESS :
Frail Body | Combat Ability
I am but a simple human with simple needs and wants, far from being eligible to be considered a warrior or a soldier. If the need arises however, I shall defend myself tooth and nail and would rather take my honor to the grave than squander it needlessly.
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BIRTH
. . .
I'm afraid to say I remember little of my time as a child, for it is something that I wish to forget and leave to fester in the darkest corners of my mind for the sake of my sanity. I was born in the year 821 on the planet of Corellia, the single daughter of a military instructor at the local Academy and his wife, an engineer working under the employment of the CEC. I am not one to speak publicly ill of family affairs, yet if you must know I have had what most would consider a . . . troubling childhood, for the lack of kinder words. Certain issues arose over the years with some of my colleagues that . . . forced me into putting an early stop to my education, being kept hidden home and away from prying eyes. Various tutors and instructors were my only link to the ever changing world around me and my relationship with them rarely lasted as well I'm afraid to admit, for they all either abandoned me or had forgotten about me shortly afterwards. My family begrudgingly moved from one corner of the world to the other rather frequently, citing reasons such as "transfers" or "the price of the job" and other such non-sense. A bunch of Hutt piss, if you can excuse my language.
ADOLESCENCE
. . .
From the sprawling urban city of Coronet to the isolated town of Kolene, I have traveled this repugnant planet for years. We would barely settle down in our meager adobe for a few months before we were urged by my father to depart once more for the next town. Talks of leaving this dreadful planet were also in the air, I remember quite clearly from eavesdropping one night, but our financial situation seemed to be too dire to support such a move. It raised alarm bells in my young mind, of course, considering everything up until now had been under the guise of work. I may have been young but I could still count the dwindling food from day to day, Father and Mother sometimes seemingly going without anything to eat but a loaf of bread for days. Yet the sweet fragrance of meat and alcohol lingered onto them every other night, not to mention the expensive jewelry and clothing my mother seemed to find in her possession for several nights in a row before quickly disappearing once I took notice of them, or the numerous well-dressed aliens and humans alike that paid us visits and made our house reek of smoke that made you weak in the knees. I took up painting from an early age and, thankfully, had a few tutors to help me along the way in developing my skills. I'd dare say it was one of the few things that brought any tangible form of happiness in my life, being able to capture the essence of beauty on a blank canvas after hours of toil and sweat. Not to mention I was able to sell some of my work to passerby's on the street, be it works of my own or a simple portrait of their mug. Whether they took my offer out of pity and sympathy or genuine care for my work was irrelevant to me quite frankly, as it kept me fed either which way.
RAPTURE
. . .
Sleepless nights due to a growling stomach as I laid upon a stiff and metallic bed, looking up through the numerous cracks in the ceiling at the starts above and wondering why I didn't simply jump off a nearby cliff and put an end to it, or at the very least take whatever I could carry in my hands and try to claw my way to a better life. This were the thoughts that kept me awake at night and served in keeping me an emotional wreck. And then one faithful morning a few weeks ago, seemingly out of nowhere, the world stood still. My family was no longer home, half of the small mining town we resided in last disappeared over night. Panic and terror overtook me for a few brief minutes before the realization struck me. I was free. I was finally free of everything. Nothing to chain me down and keep me locked into my room and as if it were an impenetrable tower. I could finally escape that desolate and dreadful life and start anew. Nothing is as easy as it first seems however, I'm afraid I learned that the hard way. There was little to no food to speak of left and even less credits available for me to take and try to leave with, those two undoubtedly taking most if not all of them with them.
It took a few days for me to make it back to Coronet as nothing more than a stowaway, a city that continue to spiral down into chaos all around me. I managed to pay my way into one of the shuttles heading for Coruscant as a refugee thankfully, seeing as there was nothing left for me back on Corellia. Whatever awaits me here will undoubtedly be a kinder fate than what I had to live through the last twenty-three years of my life.
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