NAME: Faenula Triscan, Farwalker
FACTION: Tygaran Alliance
RANK: The Forsaken
SPECIES: Eldorai
AGE: 36
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 2 meters
WEIGHT: 70 kgs
EYES: green
HAIR: russet
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, limited to higher persuasive abilities
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
-What is this wizardry?: As a lower class Eldorai prior to the Cataclysm, she has no experience, knowledge, or awareness of galactic technology and views it with suspicion.
-Forsaken: She was left behind during the exodus, and holds a grudge against those that fled, add in an abandonment complex to her personality.
-Starving: She's spent seven years scrounging for survival with a higher metabolism. She's skinny and clearly starving.
-Leader: With the destruction of her faith and the planet coinciding, she's decided the only one she can rely on to make things better is herself.
-Survivor: She will do whatever it takes to survive and can improvise to ensure it.
-Warrior Spirit: Unsmoned before the Catsclysm, the heart of a warrior slumbered inside her, only to be brought out by catastrophe as she fought for herself and others.
APPEARANCE:
While still beautiful by human standards, she is withered and worn by surviving in a post apocalyptic world. Her body is gaunt and lean, with hollow check bones framed by russet hair and almost fiery green eyes. She wears a leather tunic and old, beaten pants, draped beneath an old blanket recut into a cloak, along with a spear and now-rare sword. It was once a virbrosword from some off world raider, but its power pack had long since died, leaving only a sharpened chunk of steel. Its scabbard is hooked to an ancient backpack.
BIOGRAPHY:
Faenula was an artisan's daughter of the Eldorai. Nothing special, nothing important. Just a craftsman family. Even her Force sensitivity was too small to be noted by anyone. So she grew up.
Then the world got hit by an asteroid and she wasn't on the ship. Instead, she was one of the survivors, unlike the rest of her family who all died not long after.
But she survived, kidnapped by a gang of slavers and taken to their encampment where she was forced into servitude for what felt like years. Faenula managed to escape after the technology began failing, but deeply scarred. She fled into the wasteland, falling in with a band of retired soldiers. The older women taught her their ways and of survival, but it was still too close to where she'd been imprisoned.
So, saying farewell, she left, walking across the landscape in the hope of a better future. As years passed, she found no hope except the hope that she could create. Taking on the moniker Farwalker, she began assembling a band of survivors and escaped slaves. Initially for survival, they began to look like a true warband. Several dozen strong, they became the guardians of the night, attacking gangs and slavers by night to free their people and being cold justice to those abhorrents who would shame their home.
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FACTION: Tygaran Alliance
RANK: The Forsaken
SPECIES: Eldorai
AGE: 36
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 2 meters
WEIGHT: 70 kgs
EYES: green
HAIR: russet
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, limited to higher persuasive abilities
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
-What is this wizardry?: As a lower class Eldorai prior to the Cataclysm, she has no experience, knowledge, or awareness of galactic technology and views it with suspicion.
-Forsaken: She was left behind during the exodus, and holds a grudge against those that fled, add in an abandonment complex to her personality.
-Starving: She's spent seven years scrounging for survival with a higher metabolism. She's skinny and clearly starving.
-Leader: With the destruction of her faith and the planet coinciding, she's decided the only one she can rely on to make things better is herself.
-Survivor: She will do whatever it takes to survive and can improvise to ensure it.
-Warrior Spirit: Unsmoned before the Catsclysm, the heart of a warrior slumbered inside her, only to be brought out by catastrophe as she fought for herself and others.
APPEARANCE:
While still beautiful by human standards, she is withered and worn by surviving in a post apocalyptic world. Her body is gaunt and lean, with hollow check bones framed by russet hair and almost fiery green eyes. She wears a leather tunic and old, beaten pants, draped beneath an old blanket recut into a cloak, along with a spear and now-rare sword. It was once a virbrosword from some off world raider, but its power pack had long since died, leaving only a sharpened chunk of steel. Its scabbard is hooked to an ancient backpack.
BIOGRAPHY:
Faenula was an artisan's daughter of the Eldorai. Nothing special, nothing important. Just a craftsman family. Even her Force sensitivity was too small to be noted by anyone. So she grew up.
Then the world got hit by an asteroid and she wasn't on the ship. Instead, she was one of the survivors, unlike the rest of her family who all died not long after.
But she survived, kidnapped by a gang of slavers and taken to their encampment where she was forced into servitude for what felt like years. Faenula managed to escape after the technology began failing, but deeply scarred. She fled into the wasteland, falling in with a band of retired soldiers. The older women taught her their ways and of survival, but it was still too close to where she'd been imprisoned.
So, saying farewell, she left, walking across the landscape in the hope of a better future. As years passed, she found no hope except the hope that she could create. Taking on the moniker Farwalker, she began assembling a band of survivors and escaped slaves. Initially for survival, they began to look like a true warband. Several dozen strong, they became the guardians of the night, attacking gangs and slavers by night to free their people and being cold justice to those abhorrents who would shame their home.
SHIP:
KILLS:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Post the links and the titles to all of your characters Role-Plays. To make things easier, post the link and name here as soon as you enter the Role-Play thread.
