Character Althea Raef

[Althea Raef]

NAME: Althea Raef

FACTION: Independent

RANK: Free Trader Captain

SPECIES: Echani

AGE: Early twenties

SEX: Female

HEIGHT: 5ft 7

WEIGHT: 135lb

EYES: Silver-Blue

HAIR: Silver-White

SKIN: Fair

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

• Spacer: Althea is a natural pilot and navigator, having honed her skills working jobs on the fringes of the Outer Rim, learning the trade in what can only be described politely as dubious company. She might not be quite the hot shot she makes out, but the basis certainly is there.
  
  
• Ex-Jedi: While her memories of her time with the Jedi Order might be missing, the skills she accrued during that period still seem to remain, often being used more through intuition than anything else.
  
  
• Echani: Natural hand-to-hand combatant. Her Echani heritage is perhaps the only thing that has kept her alive during the last few years of amnesic wandering.
  
  
• Details Missing: In response to some form of emotional trauma in her past, Althea appears to have inadvertently flashburned away whole portions of her memory surrounding her time as a padawan learner. Only vague, broken fragments remain, along with it a deep seated sense of guilt for something she can’t quite remember.
  
  
• Harum-Scarum: It’s unclear if she was always reckless or if the loss of her memories erased experiences that should have taught her caution, either way Althea is prone to taking risks that others would balk at, whether through competitiveness, daredevilry or something darker.

APPEARANCE:
A young woman of fairly average height and weight at initial glance, Althea has the physical build of a dancer or perhaps professional athlete, hiding a deceptive amount of muscle tone beneath the baggy spacer clothing she commonly adorns herself with. Her messy silver-white hair and greyish blue eyes serve to further underline that Echani heritage for the galaxy at large.

BIOGRAPHY:
She remembers a childhood on Eshan. The small, boxy little apartment her parents, Tamarth and Jadis, owned on the outskirts of the regional capital, half a klick away from their jobs at the local spaceport. The two very annoying siblings, both loved and disliked in equal and yet varying measure, that they’d saddled her with after her birth. The rambunctious little pet mooka, Vala, she’d spent the better part of the year begging her parents for. The trips they used to take to the coast in the winter, when the salt in the chill air felt brittle and coarse.

And she remembers the day they came for her. The sadness in her father’s eyes conflicting with the proud hand he placed upon her shoulder, ushering her forward towards a robed figure in the distance. The tight, rib-cracking hug her mother enveloped her in as she whispered a tearfilled goodbye.

It’s the part after that where things become… Hazy. As if the memories become a fine moorland mist, fading and retreating at every attempt to reach out for them.

She was a jedi.

Or at least, so they tell her. In truth, Althea has very little memory of her time with the Order. In fact, beyond a scattered handful of sights and sounds, a blur of fragmented emotion and the occasional bout of deja vu, there is just an empty void spanning the twelve years that covered her time from youngling to padawan learner.

Instead she has to rely on records and secondhand accounts to fill in the blanks. Offering her a life viewed in the broadest of strokes, peppered with details that feel familiar yet somehow foreign, comforting yet somehow hollow.

Seventeen years old, with memories of only a few.

Maybe if she’d stayed with the Order she could have found a way to make sense of what had happened to her. Maybe found a way to fill in the holes or at least explain the sense of profound guilt that flooded her veins every time she tried to by herself. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Instead, she ran.

To the Colonies at first, her line of credit couldn’t quite manage to get her beyond that. There she managed to barter, beg and ‘borrow’ enough to get her on a transport headed further out. Scraping together enough to plot a destination to some unremarkable stretch of the Outer Rim, a place where people asked few questions. Ideal for someone with even fewer answers to give and seemingly little inclination to search for them.

SHIP: Light Freighter (TBD)

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