Connory Monroe
Character
Name: Connory Monroe (Cory to her friends)
Faction: TBD
Species: Human
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Build: Average Height, lithe but strong
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dirty Blond
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths
Trained by the best - Cory is more than battle worthy, trained by both parents to fight without the force and living under the Ordo clans roof she is every bit the warrior she should be.
Tech savvy - Daughter of the man who developed the Shev’la Kel, the first stealth capital ship that had been seen in centuries, she has a combination of natural talent and a damn good teacher to back it.
Weaknesses
Fear of the power within - Cory can use the force, her skill matches that of a Knight, but having witnessed the deterioration of her mother’s mind and the devastation it rendered on what should have been a happy family, she is afraid to use it. She also has a minor ghost problem.
Anxiety - often crippling, it is her constant companion. Take away the deeds of her mother, and you are still left with a broken home.
Biography
Born when Velok was a new entity in Mia Monroe’s mind, Connory was destined to have a difficult life. Fearing for her safety, Rel and Mia agreed that she should be kept hidden from the rest of the world and she was placed in the care of the only people the two both trusted: The Ordo’s.
Though living under the Ordo’s roof and treated like one of the Cory always knew who her parents were and would wait for them to return, sometimes together, sometimes apart but always with love for their child. She would be taken by them to learn and grow and spend time with both of them.
She was 10 when Mia died the first time on Coruscant, when her father went off the rails, and threw himself deep into the heart of the One Sith. Cory rebelled. Hard. Stealing ships, damaging property, fighting with anyone and everyone and doing whatever it took to get something from her father, but he never came. He never responded to calls, not until her mother returned, and Cory's rage had taken over her. It was another two years before they could be in the same room together without screaming at one another, before she found it in herself to forgive. But by then it was too late, her mother was not her mother…
She was 15 and halfway across the galaxy when Mia Monroe instigated the destruction of Mandalore, killing millions and disappearing from any known space. Cory knew she could never go to Manda’yaim. She would bear the name dar’manda without ever having set foot on what was supposed to be her homeworld.
When Mia returned, Cory found the furthest corner of the galaxy she could and busied herself with the hunting and killing of pirates.
When war swept across the Mandalorian worlds, she hovered on the edge of mandalorian space unable to decide where her loyalties lay. The broadcast of her mothers death was enough to make her mind up. There was no funeral, no family gathering to say farewell, just a hollow pit of hate for Death Watches new Empire.
