Character Ana Rix

[Silent One]

ANA RIX
Information Broker • Neutral Operator • Ghost Negotiator

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NAME: Ana Rix
BIRTH NAME: Veyana Rixell
ALIASES: Veya Ren, Vela Nox, Nyra Vale, Kessa Vyre, "Ghost-Thread," "The Black Courier"
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Information Broker
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 30
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.68m
WEIGHT: 57kg
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Fair
FORCE SENSITIVE: No (NFU)

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STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES​

+ Master Slicer & Digital Infiltrator: Able to breach encryptions, spoof credentials, and erase records across multiple systems with expert-level precision.
+ Negotiator & Social Engineer: Reads microexpressions, manipulates conversations, and navigates tense exchanges with a silver tongue.
+ Networked Contacts: Maintains an extensive, well-curated list of underworld, corporate, and political informants.


- Physically Frail: Avoids combat — struggles in direct physical confrontation.
- Deep Paranoia: Chronic trust issues and constant need for control create isolation and cautious over-planning.
- Morally Unaligned: Neutrality prevents her from forming lasting alliances or backing a cause beyond herself.

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APPEARANCE​

Ana Rix carries a quiet, forgettable presence — intentionally cultivated. She has a lean build, sharp hazel eyes, and dark hair often tied back. Usually dressed in dark coats and fitted clothing, she blends seamlessly into crowds or shadows. A faint scar along her jaw hints at the only time someone got too close.

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EQUIPMENT​

— Modified holdout blaster (quiet discharge)
— Encrypted multi-node comlink network
— Multiple disposable datapads
— Identity-disguising kits (contacts, hair pieces, scent neutralizers)
— Burnable credit chips
— Portable lockbreakers & data spikes
— A fast, unmarked personal freighter used as her mobile base (Factory sub optional)

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BIOGRAPHY​

Ana Rix was once Veyana Rixell, a girl raised in the info-saturated districts of a Core World media hub. From a young age, she understood the value of secrets. While others consumed information, she studied the patterns behind it.


In her teens, she became a small-time scam artist under the alias Veya Ren, selling intercepted gossip and minor data leaks. As her skills grew, she rebranded herself as Veya Rix and built a reputation as a promising young broker.


But her rise earned attention — the wrong kind.


A near-fatal betrayal forced her to erase her identity. She burned every datapoint connecting her to Veyana Rixell, deleting herself from public and private records alike. When she resurfaced, she did so as Ana Rix, a ghost with no past and no vulnerabilities.


Over the following decade, she built a flawless reputation for neutrality, precision, and absolute discretion. Governments hire her. Syndicates fear her. Corporations rely on her. Jedi and Sith both underestimate her — a mistake she encourages.


Ana trades in information, not loyalty.
And she always delivers.

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SHIP​

A small, fast, signal-scrambled freighter (TBA).

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ROLEPLAYS​

TBA

 

[Silent One]

Core World, Twelve Years Ago

The holoscreen flickered in the dim light of her cramped apartment, projecting the one thing Veyana Rixell never wanted to see — her name.

"Local slicer linked to bribery ring — authorities closing in."

Her heartbeat stayed steady. Not fear — calculation.
The story wasn't entirely true, but accuracy didn't matter anymore. Someone had decided she knew too much.

She closed the holo, rose quietly, and went to work.

First:
She wiped the apartment of fingerprints.
Then she burned the datapads she'd used that month.
Then the ones from the month before.
Then the ones she'd never used at all.

Next, she accessed the municipal archive through a private terminal she'd installed behind the wallboard. One by one, she began erasing the digital footprints of "Veyana Rixell."

Birth registry.
School records.
Medical files.
Work databases.
Transit logs.
Facial recognition entries.
Every contact she'd ever made.
Every message that could be linked to her.

Each deletion was surgical, quiet, final.
Her hands didn't tremble.

A loud knock echoed through the hallway.
Uniforms.
Seconds away.

Veyana Rixell looked at her reflection in the blanked-out screen.
"Goodbye," she whispered — not sad, not scared, just certain.

She grabbed the single backpack she'd packed months ago for this exact moment.
Walked to the window.
Stepped out onto the service ledge.
And disappeared into the city's neon rainfall.

When she surfaced again three systems away, she slid a forged ident-chip across a checkpoint scanner.

It displayed a new name in clean blue letters:

ANA RIX

She didn't look back.

And the galaxy never saw Veyana Rixell again.