Amaya Tanaka
Character
Amaya Tanaka
NAME: Amaya Tanaka
FACTION: None at this time
RANK: Dark Jedi Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 27
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 130 lbs
EYES: Dark Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Space Asian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Combat Monkey: Combat is her specialty. She's a fighter first and foremost. She's trained in a variety of weaponry from blasters, to bolters, to anything that holds an edge, shoots plasma, or a slug. Close quarters combat, and ranged both she's quite good with.
+ Combat Pragmatist: She is willing to do anything to win a fight. There aren't rules in combat as far as she is concerned. Whatever it takes to survive is what she is going to do, no matter how morally wrong, or dishonorable it might be considered.
+ Drain Life: Both Amaya and her sister [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] are quite talented with this skill.
+ Hide/Obscure Force Signature: This is one of the most important skills the Inquisition ensured their recruits had to help protect them on missions from other Force Users, light and dark alike.
- Not Trusting, Slightly Paranoid: for obvious reasons growing up with every last movement of hers watched and monitored by the Inquisition, it was bound to have an effect in how she dealt with people beyond the walls of the Citadel.
- Conditioned to Accept Horror: Give the horrors of growing up a teen among the ruthless Inquisitors of the Atrisian Empire, Amaya was forced to quickly face the reality of the blood, gore, death and pain that would constantly surround her from the moment she arrived at the Citadel, to the moment she would perish. After surviving through a horrific event, Amaya walks out, covered in blood with her head held high. A simple smile forms across her weary features. This, is just another day in her life. It was normal and ordinary to her.
- Drowning My Sorrows: When Amaya has a moment to breathe and the loneliness of her job starts to sink. About the only thing that will relieve her sorrow is a nice fine glass of whiskey.
- Can Not Spit It Out: Emotions are a complex thing. With Amaya, she is so used to burying what she feels, forced to hide it to avoid such things being used against her that it has finally gotten to the point that even with the Inquisition dead, she still struggles to express her emotions to another, to tell them how she really feels period. To her it’s easier just to keep her mouth shut, than to take the risks that would come with allowing herself to be any bit vulnerable.
APPEARANCE:
Amaya is tall and slender. She almost seems too thin. Though that's really just due to a fast metabolism. Her hair is dark brown, near to black and shoulder length. Her eyes are dark brown.
BIOGRAPHY:
Page from the Journal of Amaya Tanaka:
Freedom, I don't know that it has the same feeling it once did. Then again I was a naive child with ideas and dreams of a galaxy that never existed. Sure I escaped before the purges began under Madeline's rule, but what did that leave me with? I'm not sure.
What I do know is I'm alone, and on my own. I don't have a clue as to Sumiko's fate. The likely reality is that she's dead. And it's strange to even think about that. You'd think it would hurt, that it would frighten me, but it doesn't. I don't really feel anything but numbness. And that's simply been my state of being for years. Feelings don't do you any good. Feelings and emotions get you killed. Numb, has always been better, safer. The Inquisition taught me that. Made me live that.
That was a life that was most unpleasant. But it's not like I've known any alternative. Sumiko got rescued by the Inquisitors from violent mob of common Atrisians. Who presumably wanted to 'burn the witch'. And as for me I was tested and taken soon after. 'For my protection' they said. But it never was that and there never was any choice in the matter. And truth be told, I do resent the Inquisition for all they've done. For what they've taken from me. I miss the naive innocent girl I once was.
I miss my sister. I miss the love that once was present between us as a family. But that's long gone. At least I think so. She grew cold under their ways. Me, rebellious. Not that it got me anywhere. It just got me into more trouble than I want to think about. Brought me more pain than I care to relive. Maybe that was my fault. I couldn't deal with their iron clad control. I just wanted freedom. And now that I have it, I'm not so sure it was worth the price I've had to pay to get it.
Now life is a matter of survival. The only other option is to pull the covers over my head and give up. And that, that isn't who I am. So I take jobs here and there. Do what work I can. It may not always be honest work, but it keeps me alive and that's all that matters.
SHIP: Whatever the five fingered discount can get me, when I need a ship.
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