Fuchsia Haired Speed Demon
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To create Saraiya Darkstar's Aunt for purposes of storytelling & further character history.
- Image Credit: The Sauce
- Role: Aunt of Saraiya & Proprietor of Darkstar Repairs
- Permissions: N/A
- Links: Saraiya Darkstar's Character Bio
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
- Playby: Anette Olzon
- Force Sensitivity: Non-Force User
- Age: 52
- Height: 5'5"
SOCIAL INFORMATION
- Name: Estrella "Esty" Darkstar
- Loyalties: Saraiya Darkstar
- Wealth: Average Small Business Owner
- Notable Possessions: Darkstar Repairs - A small repair shop on Level 2269 on Coruscant, located in the Underworld.
- Skills: Adept at Mechanical repairs & 'jury-rigging', acute business acumen, and ability to resolve conflict without violence (most of the time).
- Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese, and Duro.
- Personality: Esty is a hard-ass, but only because she has to be. Raising her niece while operating a repair shop in the Courscanti Underworld is not something a particularly 'nice' person can really do with any success. She's very fierce, yet will help those out who really seem to need it. She's what one might call a motherly figure to Sara and her friends, and her regular customers adore her. But she will just as soon pull a slugthrower and turn someone's head into a canoe if she has to, without giving it another thought. She'll deal in illegal trade and items if she must, as creds make the world turn down in the lower levels. She's got a wicked sense of humor, and can drink most people under the table.
COMBAT INFORMATION
- Weapon of Choice: Various Slugthrowers and Blasters. Operating a repair shop, she's never lacking in weapons.
- Combat Function: Avoids combat when possible, but will provide cover fire if required.
Strengths:
- Loyal - Esty is loyal to her niece, and will do anything she can to help her out, even if it means breaking the law.
- Street Smart - Esty grew up down in the Coruscanti Underworld, just like Saraiya has, and has had to learn how to navigate the local gang culture, the various mafiosos and other organized crime syndicates as well. It's a survival trait that you need to have if you don't want to end up dead.
- Businesswoman - Esty knows how to make a deal, and always does what she has to do to make the most amount of credits possible. This isn't Alliance Charities down here!
- Hot-Headed - Esty has had to deal with more than her fair share of swindlers and would-be robbers and thugs. As a result, she will let her temper get the best of her, as she has no patience for stupidity and tom-foolery.
- Vain - She's very much into her outward appearance, and will sometimes spend a little more than she should to look good. That Saraiya is constantly covered in grease and oil in the shop is a huge annoyance to her.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
Esty Darkstar grew up down in the Coruscanti Underworld, and always had a knack for finding trouble. She was always good with a wrench, and would find ways to make credits by fixing up droids, speeders, you name it. She spent much of her youth at various bars, cantina, and clubs, living her life to the fullest. However, one day in her late twenties, she was approached by a good friend of hers, a human male whom she still to this day refuses to speak of much, if at all. She owed her life to this individual, more times than she could count. Esty had always had a thing for him, and despite any attempt she had made, could never seem to get him to settle down or even take her out on so much as a date. Frustrating as it was, Esty was no fool. She knew loyalty like that was something that only came around once in a blue moon, and was always there for him as best she could be. This friend of hers one day came barging into the back door of her shop she had recently 'acquired', cradling a bundle of cloth in his arms. Esty, of course, had no idea what was going on, and had asked him in shock what was wrong. He informed her that he was "not much longer for this world, Esty. I pissed off the wrong people, and it won't end well..."
He shoved the bundle in her arms, and made her promise to take care of his most precious possession. Esty looked at him with her mouth agape, and he simply slid back out the door, to which to Esty would be the last time she ever saw him. Unwrapping the now squirming bundle, she almost had a heart attack as she realized what it was: a small infant, no older than perhaps 9 or so months, with a cute smile and gorgeous steel blue eyes. That was the day she became 'Aunty Esty'.
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