Gutter Goddess
"You're unnatural." - Nilira
| Nickname | Dark Horse of Ruusan |
| Age | 33 |
| Species | Mutant Cyborg |
| Homeworld | Talus |
| Gender | Feminine |
| Height | 5'10" |
| Weight | 245lbs |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
| Force Alignment | Dark Side |
| Teachers |
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| Apprentices | |
| Affiliations | Sith Covenant Black Sun (former) |
| Languages | Basic Huttese Binary |
APPEARANCE
Arris Windrun has a pale synthetic face beneath a bob of dark hair, crowning an all-cybernetic body from the neck down. See her through the Force, however, and you wouldn't tell. This mechu-deru master has imbued every inch of wire and steel with the Dark Side.
COMBAT ASSESSMENT
Many would argue that Mercy was the queen of power in a brawl. She earned that by winning the Galactic Kaggath. If that was the case, then Arris Windrun was the Mercy of speed. She's a cyborg, a master of mechu deru, a twitchy gunslinger, and formerly a professional shockboxer. She's all about owning the pace and hitting you with a sucker punch. All her fights begin with spit in the dirt and end with blood in the mud.
PERSONALITY
Broody, moody, riding the line between ice queen and self-loathing psychopath; a recovering stim addict, she turned to psychedelics to cope. Somewhere buried in all that, however, is an introspective woman trying to climb out of the darkness. Be careful, though; her nice side is the one likely to get you killed.
Dirty Fighter | Nice - Nasty | Traitor | Self-Saboteur | One Focus | Moody | Motivated
CYBERWARE & TOYS
CYBERWARE & TOYS
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Brain: Co-processor
Arms: Cyberarms Mod VI
Legs: Cyberlegs Mod II
Eyes: Cybernetic Eyes Mod III -
Implants:
Implant Armor
Cardio-Muscular Package
Pain Dampener
Cyberjack
Nerve Enhancement Package
Bio-Stabilizer
Com-Link
Vocal Emulator -
Guns:
Down & Out
x2 Tenloss Ambassadors
x2 KXP-2 Revolvers
Darthflower Sniper Lanvarok
Riteblade -
Insert expected joke here.
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The Empty
RELATIONSHIPS
Character | Nature of Relationship |
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| Partner in crime. Best friendship born from violence. |
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| Unhealthy guardianship complex. She wants to save her. |
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| See above, but with extra steps. |
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| She shot her and Her Highness just won't let it go. |
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| Her really annoying former apprentice. Respect. |
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| She calls him Fire Boy - what else? |
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| See four places above, but it comes with pay. |
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| She'd kill her again, and again... |
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| That woman is partly responsible for Arris. |
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| Everyone needs a Riffraff. |
HISTORY
Arris Windrun was born on Talus to indifferent parents; they kicked her out the door as soon as she could fend for herself. She joined one of the many Talusian gangs bent to the will of the Corellian Syndicates, rising from a runner to a foot soldier, until it all fell apart. After that, she ditched the streets to work for a fixer. She helped him cheat fights in the shockboxing circuits, where her extensive use of drugs and cybernetics began, all while moonlighting as his personal thug and killer until the day he screwed her over.
She ran to Nar Shaddaa, became a somebody on Ruusan, worked for the Black Sun, and then co-founded a little outfit called the Sith Covenant. That journey took Arris from the life of a savvy swoop ganger to one of the most powerful Sith Lords ruling from the Galactic Core. It was just the sort of upward mobility that a street rat like her once dreamed of... Only being responsible for murder and massacres wasn't supposed to be in the cards. And yet she still plays with a blood-soaked deck anyway, intent on winning the whole damn pot.
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