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Eivii

Fugitive and Hunter
Eivii
Character Bio



You don’t have to love me. Just look at me.​

Outfit: Dress
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The lights in the club blinked like camera shutters—red, gold, violet. Each flash made her feel more real.

Or at least, more visible.

Now that she was free again.

Eivii leaned against the corner of the polished bar, one elbow propped artfully on the chrome edge, the other hand toying with the rim of a half-finished drink she didn’t remember ordering. Her legs were crossed just enough to draw attention. Her makeup was smudged in the way that made it look deliberate. Her dress clung like synthwrap on her skin.

She wasn’t here to be subtle.

She was here to be seen.

On the dance floor, silhouettes writhed like holograms caught mid-glitch—too smooth to be real, too pretty to be true. Perfect for pretending.

Perfect for what she needed tonight.

She scanned the room with languid, smoky eyes. Laughed too loud at a joke she wasn’t listening to. Tilted her head when someone walked past just to watch them look back. Every movement was choreographed. Every glance was a baited hook.

She didn’t want connection. Just contact.

Just something to make her forget the scar she couldn’t see but couldn’t stop tracing in her mind. The one below his eye. The one she put there.

Tonight wasn’t about Nos Voros Nos Voros -Tonight was about her. Or at least the version she played when the lights were low and her name didn’t matter.

A little mystery, a little danger. Something they’d write songs about later and only half-believe were true.

Someone brushed too close.

She turned.

Smiled.

They kept walking.

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Sahan Dragr

The Golden Dragon
Sahan Dragr
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"Mev?" It was a momentary flash of blue skin and black hair. But no, it would not be her. Mevia Krayt ( MG-851216 MG-851216 ), a dear friend and sister, had been missing for a while now. Likely dead somewhere or worse. The worse part was what worried him. But no, this was some other Chiss woman. She was a bit older, though still quite attractive. She would be even more attractive if she did not try so hard. Then again, that was probably her intent. He knew well the desire to be flashy and stand out. He did the same with his aurodium alloyed beskar'gam. It was probably the single most expensive set of armor any Mandalorian had ever crafted in Galactic history, he was sure.

But right now, he was not wearing his armor. Sahan Dragr did not feel like standing out at the moment. He wore a nice Zhinu Suit and his Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses, but that was all. Nobody would be able to tell he was a Mandalorian. Still, he kept his armor in his ship, in case he needed to call it at a moment's notice. One could never be too prepared.

To keep from seeming like a creep who was only staring, Sahan walked up to the woman, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. He never took off the sunglasses when outside his armor. They protected his mind from sorcerous influences, and he was almost to the point of paranoia to never be caught unawares by it. "Good evening," he said with a smile. "Well, as good an evening as it can be, what with the constant chaos of the Galaxy." He ordered a drink. "You want something to drink? Great place and great way to forget yourself and your troubles for a while." Not that he cared what troubles she might be facing, but "we're all going through something, after all."
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Eivii

Fugitive and Hunter
Eivii
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Outfit: Dress

The voice came from her left—measured, male, a little too comfortable.

She didn’t turn right away. Let him hang there in the bassline while she finished her sip. Nothing made a man more curious than patience.

Then she shifted. Slowly. Not like a woman startled, but like a mirror adjusting itself to catch the best light.

He was wearing sunglasses indoors.

In a nightclub.

She blinked once.

And gave him a look that hovered somewhere between mild amusement and aesthetic offense.

The Chiss woman’s gaze flicked upward, sharp and idle at once, like she was deciding whether he was worth the breath it would take to respond. Then her lips curled into something dangerously close to a smile. Neirher warm nor kind. But precise.

Her smile was the kind people mistook for an invitation. It wasn’t.

It was camouflage.

“Evening,” she echoed, voice silkier than she felt. “I suppose the Galaxy’s always on fire somewhere. Might as well burn pretty while we wait our turn.”

She took another slow sip and set the glass down with a soft clink.

She tapped her nails on the bar in rhythm with the music—too slow for the beat, too deliberate for coincidence. Her gaze flicked over him, not undressing him, just weighing. Like a jeweler deciding whether a stone was real.

“You can buy me something strong if you want. Just make sure it doesn’t come with conversation disguised as charity. I have enough trouble without strangers trying to 'solve' me over top-shelf liquor.”

A flicker of a raised brow at the younger man.

“But if you’re just here to look good and mind your own damage, you might be the least exhausting company I’ve had all week.”

She neglected to mention having just been released from incarceration, which set the bar pretty low.

 
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Sahan gave a laugh at the woman's response. It was a genuine laugh. "Sure, but I'd rather be the one doing the burning than wait for my turn to be burned." He had, in fact, done such a thing a few things during crusades, or just to vent off steam from being couped up in his lab. He held back a sudden urge to destroy this club down for fun.

"Something strong, eh? So not a Lothal Spicebrew, then." Although his sunglasses had automatically scanned her face and held all public records of this woman, Sahan had dismissed them. He already did not believe she was Sith, just by studying her movements, though it was obvious she was more than she portrayed. So, not knowing who she was, it was merely coincidence that he had mentioned Lothal. "How about an Eyeblaster? Durindfire? Ooh, they even have Orryxian Catsblood and Plooey-sap. How exotic. Think I'll take the Mind Eraser, myself. Not as strong as I'd like, but it's got a nice kick." Sahan ordered himself two triple shots and whatever the lady decided. Her response had intrigued him.

"And I get you. How can a complete stranger 'fix' you? You can either do it yourself, refuse to fix yourself, or you never needed fixing in the first place. None of which need a third-party input." He downed the first shot. "Hoever, there's absolutely nothing wrong with making new acquaintences and forgetting your troubles. Even if it's only temporarily."

"Hell." He downed the second shot. "Might end up burning this place down. Metaphorically, of course," he said with a grin. "Name's Sahan, by the way."
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Eivii

Fugitive and Hunter
Eivii
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Outfit: Dress

Her eyes flicked sideways when he laughed.

She didn’t like being laughed at. Even when it wasn’t at her, even if it was genuine.

But the smile stayed.

Barely.

“Burning things down does have its charm,” she said lightly. “Thermal detonators. Exes. Expectations. I've scorched a little of each.”

... Wrecked them all just like Csilla...

She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs with the kind of fluid grace that didn’t come naturally. Too polished, too deliberate. Theatrical. Fake. A woman on stage who knew every light cue.

“Eyeblaster,” she said without hesitation. “Classic. Predictable. Gets the job done.”
A pause.

Then, tone drier:
“Not unlike most men I meet.”

She took the glass as it arrived, swirling it once like she cared about aroma, then drinking like she didn’t. The burn hit just right. She made a soft, pleased sound in her throat, like a purr behind sharp teeth.

When he spoke about fixing things, she leaned her elbow on the bar, turning toward him slightly, chin in hand.

“Cute philosophy. Looks good on a coaster or tattooed across someone's collarbone in Aurebesh.”
She smiled sweetly.

"Strangers have a habit of showing up hoping I’ll crack open like a fortune cookie and thank them for trying.”

She drained the rest of the glass in a second motion—too quick to be proper, too practiced to be clumsy.

Then she looked him over again. Slower this time. Less sizing-up. More calculation.

“Sahan,” she repeated.

A flicker of teeth.

“Goes with the sunglasses. Sounds like the kind of man who names his ship something dramatic and has at least one ex who tried to stab him over breakfast.”

She reached out, plucked a cherry from his empty shot glass like it was hers, and popped it between her teeth.

“Mine’s Eivii.”

Just her core name.

No history.

Just the name and the smile. It sparkled like she was a holostar.

And it meant absolutely nothing.


 
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Sahan Dragr

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"Thermal detonators are classics, indeed. I'm partial to plasmacasters, myself. Nothing like a good flamethrower." Sahan ordered more shots. Alcohol was sadly becoming less and less effective to him these days, for whatever reason. "Coasters, huh? Might be a Million-Credit idea right there. I get you, though. I don't care about your past. It's part of my Creed to not let a person's past define them. Long as you're not currently a Sith, it's all good. And if you're a Sith, you're a hell of an actor, because you hide it well."

He paused for a moment. "And no, I do not have exes trying to kill me." He couldn't help laughing at that. "Mostly because I've never bothered with dating. Plenty of other people who'd love to see me dead, I'm sure." He downed more alcohol. "But that's not happening any time soon."

He took his shot glass and smashed it on the floor. Before the bartender could complain, Sahan flicked a gold coin, pinging it off the man's forehead and into his hand. That shut him up, though he had a red imprint of the coin. "So, Eivii. Care to dance and set this place alight, or shall we head to my ship and grab those detonators and really set it ablaze? I'm game for either." He grinned. He wasn't going to say which he preferred.
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