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Full Name: Calindri Kusk
Species: Mirialan
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Faction: Black Sun
Rank/Role: Enforcer / Infiltration Specialist / Silent Fixer
Force Sensitive: No
Planet of Origin: Mirial (exiled)
Current Base of Operations: Ord Mantell / Nar Shaddaa
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Mirialan, Binary
Appearance
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Build: Lean, agile, whipcord strong
Skin: Deep green with angular, ceremonial facial tattoos (some scarred over)
Background
Calindri Kusk was born into a rigid Mirialan clan that valued tradition and discipline. She rejected both early. As a teenager, she was implicated in the assassination of a local tribal leader — a crime she never confessed to — and fled offworld.
By 18, she was surviving in the gutter-streets of Nar Shaddaa, running blades for spice traffickers, stealing from Black Sun crates... until one day, she stole from the wrong Vigo.
Instead of killing her, the Vigo recognized her potential — and gave her a choice: serve or die. She chose to serve.
Over the next decade, Calindri climbed the criminal ladder the hard way — not by brown-nosing or bribery, but by doing the jobs others wouldn't. Extraction missions. Quiet kills. Covert ops. Blackmail packages. No Force powers, no tricks — just grit, tools, and brutal intelligence.
Today, Calindri is trusted with operations that need silence, subtlety, and a touch of sadism.
Calindri Kusk was born into a rigid Mirialan clan that valued tradition and discipline. She rejected both early. As a teenager, she was implicated in the assassination of a local tribal leader — a crime she never confessed to — and fled offworld.
By 18, she was surviving in the gutter-streets of Nar Shaddaa, running blades for spice traffickers, stealing from Black Sun crates... until one day, she stole from the wrong Vigo.
Instead of killing her, the Vigo recognized her potential — and gave her a choice: serve or die. She chose to serve.
Over the next decade, Calindri climbed the criminal ladder the hard way — not by brown-nosing or bribery, but by doing the jobs others wouldn't. Extraction missions. Quiet kills. Covert ops. Blackmail packages. No Force powers, no tricks — just grit, tools, and brutal intelligence.
Today, Calindri is trusted with operations that need silence, subtlety, and a touch of sadism.
Species: Mirialan
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Faction: Black Sun
Rank/Role: Enforcer / Infiltration Specialist / Silent Fixer
Force Sensitive: No
Planet of Origin: Mirial (exiled)
Current Base of Operations: Ord Mantell / Nar Shaddaa
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Mirialan, Binary
Appearance
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Build: Lean, agile, whipcord strong
Skin: Deep green with angular, ceremonial facial tattoos (some scarred over)
Background
Calindri Kusk was born into a rigid Mirialan clan that valued tradition and discipline. She rejected both early. As a teenager, she was implicated in the assassination of a local tribal leader — a crime she never confessed to — and fled offworld.
By 18, she was surviving in the gutter-streets of Nar Shaddaa, running blades for spice traffickers, stealing from Black Sun crates... until one day, she stole from the wrong Vigo.
Instead of killing her, the Vigo recognized her potential — and gave her a choice: serve or die. She chose to serve.
Over the next decade, Calindri climbed the criminal ladder the hard way — not by brown-nosing or bribery, but by doing the jobs others wouldn't. Extraction missions. Quiet kills. Covert ops. Blackmail packages. No Force powers, no tricks — just grit, tools, and brutal intelligence.
Today, Calindri is trusted with operations that need silence, subtlety, and a touch of sadism.
Calindri Kusk was born into a rigid Mirialan clan that valued tradition and discipline. She rejected both early. As a teenager, she was implicated in the assassination of a local tribal leader — a crime she never confessed to — and fled offworld.
By 18, she was surviving in the gutter-streets of Nar Shaddaa, running blades for spice traffickers, stealing from Black Sun crates... until one day, she stole from the wrong Vigo.
Instead of killing her, the Vigo recognized her potential — and gave her a choice: serve or die. She chose to serve.
Over the next decade, Calindri climbed the criminal ladder the hard way — not by brown-nosing or bribery, but by doing the jobs others wouldn't. Extraction missions. Quiet kills. Covert ops. Blackmail packages. No Force powers, no tricks — just grit, tools, and brutal intelligence.
Today, Calindri is trusted with operations that need silence, subtlety, and a touch of sadism.