Ava
Former Vagrant
NAME
Ava 'Ryhndall'
FACTION
The One Sith
RANK
Acolyte
SPECIES
Human Cyborg
AGE
25
SEX
Female
HEIGHT
172 cm | 5'8"
WEIGHT
86 kg | 190 lb
(Cybernetic Augmentations)
EYES
Green
HAIR
Brunette
(Shoulder-length)
SKIN
Pale, Scarred
FORCE SENSITIVE
Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Strengths
- Iron Will : Learning to walk, to move and even to live again amidst the pain of her illegal artificial limbs - coupled with surviving in the deadly day to day life of the crime-ridden underbelly of Coruscant has left her with a nigh unshakable will and inset stubbornness to survive.
- Dynamo : Her augmented limbs and partially cybernetic body give her strength impossible to her as a human, the degree of which depends on the quality of the cybernetics she currently has. A harsh set of years in Coruscants gutters has caused her to enter many fights that had her steel fingers scrape sparks across metal walls, giving her more than enough experience with using them to defend herself in a brutally simple fashion.
- Stressed Steel : There's a surprising benefit to be found in not feeling the force of your own punches. While her endurance is limited to an extent by her human heart - her cybernetic limbs allow for reckless combat in more inhospitable conditions.
- Metal Solace : Half the reason she was able to deal with her initial shock was being able to lose herself in her work. Returning to her life-long job of fixing droids and other devices - both on and off work hours. One of the few acts she still truly enjoys, her life-long experience with technology has left her with a profound understanding of circuitry and basic engineering.
- Body of Work : Accustomed to the harsh nature in which she received her augments, as well as being introduced to them early in her adulthood has left her a perfect candidate for further possible augmentation (and perhaps unwilling experimentation).
Weaknesses
- Circuit Breaker : The mechanical nature of her cyborg additions that help to keep her alive grant her an extreme vulnerability to electricity, lightning and any sort of EMP. And she has neither the funds nor the access to even try to remedy it with any kind of weapons-grade augmentation.
- Itching for a Fix : She still currently suffers and deals with sudden immense cravings and occasional sleepless nights for the years of drugs she took to dull the pain of her augments. Side effects include nausea, sweat, hyperventilation and pain.
- Cracked Psyche : The last few pain-ridden years coupled with her hatred of the galaxies 'scum' has left her with a sadomasochistic streak that she scarcely gets to sate - let alone admit to having.
- Disillusioned : Her harsh scrape with the unfair realities of life have left her pragmatic, snide, and filled with contempt at those unaware of such plights. Long winded explanations can grate at her patience and she is quick to anger if time is wasted or the obvious is over-stated - having gained a sharp tongue that tends to do little good for her when she uses it. The constant dull and aching pain of her cybernetic limbs only furthers her impatience at times.
- A Loss for the Force : The sheer degree to which she has been augmented, coupled with the loss of her limbs has left her force sensitivity extremely weakened and robbed it of almost any potential it might have had.
APPEARANCE
Ava stood rather tall among most human women, though that was largely an effect of her cybernetic limbs. Her scrappy brunette hair fell just to her shoulders, haphazardly clipped at constant intervals with poor tools it seemed. Her body (at least what was left of it still) was pale and somewhat muscular, learning to move and live with her mechanical parts had left her relying on her body for many certain tasks as she grew more accustomed to her metal parts - causing her abs, back and lower-body to remain well toned and muscular. While near the edges of where those augments met her skin one could see dis-figuration - her augments far from the best money could buy, crudely implemented and grafted to her frame.
Roughly 60% of her body was purely machine, her legs and arms both replaced with mechanical counterparts while the base of her jaw was lined with steel plating that had been set to keep it from falling apart. Her neck itself was similarly lined, though it followed the shape of her muscles and sinew to give a rather contrasting grisly appearance of it compared to her face. Given the black-market nature of her augs', none of them particularly matched each other save for each arm to each arm and leg respectively. Her torso remaining the most human part of her aside from a few implants around her bust and metal supports running up her spine.
She'd usually be found in attire reminiscent of her former life in the slums of Coruscant - either a combination of some loose leather jacket she could wear to cover up the sight of her cyborg limbs, or some bodysuit of any type to further hide her grisly appearance from others.
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BIOGRAPHY
Ava's early life on the lower-levels of Coruscant was much as anyone would expect it to be in that metallic, hellish architecture full of artificial lights, decay, crime, and poverty. Poor medical treatment coupled with drug abuse left her a lone child when her mother died giving birth - her father nowhere to be found given her mothers rather depraved line of work. She was set to be just another number added to the thousands of orphans in the governments long queue for adoption. Though luck found her when an aged city mechanic decided to take her in upon his walk in the hospitals ward.
Uncle Adrei as she'd learn to call him (at his own insistence), would raise her through to adulthood. Her years were spent fixing droids, blasters, household equipment and other miscellaneous items as she was taught the basics in order to help him in his shop while also receiving a surprising education from the aged man. However as she grew she would ponder at times why a clearly skilled mechanic was situated so low within Coruscants bowels. But that was knowledge she would never learn.
Throughout her childhood she learned the basic street-smarts every other low-city dweller did, the alleys to avoid and the hours to take note of in the 'evening' of that bustling dark citygrid. Her uncle taking care both within view and without to see that she did not fall into drugs or crime. Though while the dark underbelly of the planet was always in view she had never really perceived or thought about the danger of its reality until the day of the One Sith Invasion
Crime lords, vandals, looters - the general filth of the lower city came out in planned droves to take advantage of the planet-wide panic and confusion that ensued from the attack on the upper levels. The already-sparse law enforcement were nowhere to be seen as windows were smashed, doors hacked, and stores overtaken to loot their share of items and credits. The last pain-free memory she had was sprinting back to Adrei's shop in the hopes to magnetically lock the door, knowing her then-80 year old uncle would likely be asleep as he often did given his health condition. Her heart skipping a beat amidst the chaos when she noticed their sidewalk empty as her hand reached for the door - only to notice the bomb taking the vacant spot of the scanners handle. Her panicked spin and press off her heel would give view to the faceless criminals sitting in wait for the door to explode, three footsteps filling her ears before the world became a spinning picture of city-colors tinged with lines of red before it cut to black.
When she woke she was looking up at the planets sky as voices murmured in her ears, a view that was nigh impossible for the poorest among Coruscant. Her hand rose as if to prove to herself it was real - and those grungy, metal digits provided a sharp contrast against the blue background as her eyes widened and the drugs faded.
Then the pain came.
Her eyes squinted and shut tight as she screamed. The sound still seeming far off to her own ears as that sharp interior pain dug into her thighs, shoulders and spine. Her jaw felt heavy as a faceless surgeon rushed over to quell her before another dose of drugs came. Shivers rushed down her body as clarity returned to her gaze, revealing the 'sky' to simply be the pale blue ceiling of the underground illegal surgeons workspace while she came to grips with her new body. The sense of touch was next to return - finding that she could feel none of her limbs anymore aside from part of her left shoulder and lower right thigh. The new harsh reality of her life hitting her as she silently stared at the ceiling while the black-market cybersurgeon began to tell her the conditions of her new body and what had occurred.
Her uncle had found her mutilated body moments after the explosion had woken him, the looters uncaring of his presence while he proceeded to rush and spend most of his savings to call in 'this' favor to fit her with whatever black-market military cybernetics that were able to save her life. The surgeon continued distastefully, mentioning that he had once known her uncle years ago before revealing that he had passed away during her surgery. His tale ending abruptly as he gripped her cold lifeless hand and set about teaching her how to walk and use her limbs. The bastard giving her only the remainder of his day before pushing a backpack of Adrei's belongings and a capsule of drugs into her palm - stating that his job was done before she was ushered out the door.
She soon found that each step was hell - her body utterly unaccustomed to the quick, black-market augments that had been drilled and soldered onto what flesh she still had. Collapsing after the first few steps into that dirt-ridden alley as the tears began to run, wallowing in despair before forcing a fistful of pills into her mouth as she continued to walk aimlessly for hours. Her mind raced with no direction, every face and figure was a blur as she tried to think of where to go before she felt a hand press to her cold chest and slam her against the wall.
She stared up in that slightly drug-addled haze. Credits, the thug wanted her credits - that thought processing slowly as the dull aching pain of her augments throbbed in her brain to help her first thoughts take shape. Her hand-'a' hand gripped the mans shirt, his screams dull in her ears as those metal digits tore across the skin of his chest before she cried out and threw him into the wall. Her free hand reaching for his throat as she began to squeeze the filth's neck. Scum had no right to live - his face blended into the same faces that had sat in wait for that bomb to go off. His moving lips soundless to her ears as blood ran down the metal joints of her mechanical hands before the screaming finally stopped.
She dropped his dead, twitching body to the ground before continuing her awkward walk forward. That pain already returning in increasing amounts as she found herself reaching for the drugs all-too-soon to swallow another pill. The part of her brain that screamed to end her life and free herself from the suffering met conflict with the part that remembered her uncles last act - as well as the new-found hatred towards the 'filth' that still lived. She returned to her ruined home with a slow purpose - and the hardships of the years that followed caused her to withdraw into herself - into a physical and mental shell where she could ignore the pain, insults, and disgust levied her way. Yet within that purpose that she gave to herself was a darker, more sinister pleasure. One that revealed itself whenever she happened to encounter a criminal, or soon anyone she deemed to be 'scum' alone.
It would take her many arduous years and the last of her 'fathers' money to reach the surface of Coruscant while keeping herself sane and alive. The experience leaving her both cynical and jaded, often landing herself in prison or having to repair and replace her augments. Now more accustomed to her body and willingly trying to curb her drug addiction, she followed the word, adverts and recruitment papers of those who knew how to harness hate, pain and rage. Those who would give her the opportunity and the power to punish the 'filth' from years ago, and the filth of today. Her jaw tensed tight as she grit her teeth while signing the recruitment forms, giving the surname of her uncle as she'd never known her own. Her arms twitching as she crushed an empty capsule between her fingers before she stared out a window at the blue sky of Coruscant - and didn't care.
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