Fadeyka
Character
NAME: Fadeyka Hina
FACTION: Rebels Alliance
RANK: Sergeant
SPECIES: Mirialan
AGE: 27
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 136 lbs
EYES: Orange
HAIR: Dark
SKIN: Green skin with geometrically repeated tattoo on their face and hands.
FORCE SENSITIVE: unknown
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
(+) Loyal to her squad
(+) Leaving no man behind
(+) Her medic training and quick thinking in situation
(-) Long range combat
(-) Pasted her hand to hand combat by the skin of her teeth
(-) A loner at times.
APPEARANCE: One would see her glowing orange cat like eyes. Face of framed by her dark jedt hair of hers she style of two curl up buns. Finding one that would take note of her long legs seem to have a little bit of under tone. Its her race that help her other parts of her body to flow together to make a very dangerous type of body one that can twist and turn.
BIOGRAPHY: Growing up on ships from one shipping lane to the next. Making a living for parents taught her how to be street savage. Not only using her just one aspects. Coming to the fact that her dad wanted her to have some skills that one wouldn't want their own child to get a job in. It only came about after a heated fight between her parents.
As once again her father won out on this part of her life, no she knew that had to do as told like any go daughter. That learn to dance, just not one but many it was from who that only like her mother frown upon. Knowing good well there it was staring her in the face that it was her father lover. Knowing that the place that her father lover owned was a pleasure house of all kinds. Not that she would sell her body, but what would do was learn the skills to know how to know how to get to a man or a woman if need to be.
How to play with one mind to get what was needed out of the person. That sometimes took body movement of how to trick the mind in wanting. Desire could be a powerful tool to use when one new how to use it as a tool. Even the beat of one heart could tell a lot of a person.
Being quick to her own skills but also to think quick to bring herself out of situations. It was all going great knew nothing more out there then the life she was living. At one time she found herself in a job that she thought would never do. In hard times people get desperate enough to do what every. In her mind always it was herself telling that it was good money. It was something that keep off the records of her employment.
Finding herself in prison for some trick of her own traded. It was those that got her caught. Set up that she didn't see coming. As she then brought before the court that give her a choice. Taking what looked to be the best for her situation. Finding herself in basic training. Then to be specialized as medic. That being something she good at as most of the designation she had to come up had to be spit could be thought. Only after all her training with some set back, from her being very at time very stubborn and not following orders. To her she was going to be a walking zombie. Finding herself under Doc unit of the Havok. Forming a very tight bond with all that in her group.
Finding herself once again unable to stay one place, or was it that her group disappeared as if there was no hope. That left her little choice but to return to her old days before she got herself caught. It was like 8 years or since she taken the military way out of the messes she seem to find herself in. Now back to trying to make a living on her own then getting a cheek handed to her monthly.
It seem that fate would have a hand once more as it was by fate. The group was to be a job turn much more then just a escort. The skills that had lay down was not once again called upon, but this time this group seem to be different the make up much more of a tight family.
Weapons: One couldn't have to many weapons or could they. Like still the old style that carrying a blaster but also some knifes of different lengths. Also her med pack wasn't far from her side these days.
Defense: Personal shields, and armor when needed on missions.
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