Ghette Gabece
Character
Ghette Gabece
| Age | Young Adult |
| Species | Human (Coruscanti) |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5’1” (1.55m) |
| Build | Slim/Athletic |
| Force Sensitive | No |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
One's appearance is the basis for a stranger's first impression, and at first glance Ghette appears harmless. Taller than five feet by only an inch and weighing barely a hundred pounds, Ghette Gabece isn't the type of woman that commands the attention of others. Often, she's glad in dark, comfortable clothing that doesn't inhibit her ability to move. Her most distinguishing feature is her hair being dyed magenta.
INVENTORY
Nothing but the clothes on her back
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Ghette is timid and weak by nature, choosing the shadows rather than living out loud. She is completely devoted to her best friend and making a better life for them.
STRENGTHS
- A skilled thief, Ghette's diminutive stature plays a key role in going unnoticed. Through years of practice, she's honed her ability to effortlessly bereave others of their personal belongings.
- Handy with a blaster pistol, Ghette only makes use of her weapon when she must. Her marksmanship is surprisingly decent for someone that avoids conflict at all costs, and when she shoots, she rarely aims to kill; often, she targets her opponent's legs, instead opting to flee.
- Ghette is a coward. More of a damsel in distress than a last-minute savior, she cannot be relied on to have anyone's back should a situation escalate to violence.
- Skittish and easily frightened, conflict is the quickest way to get Ghette to vacate an area. Often, when she's made to feel any sort of discomfort, she hides behind her boyfriend. He is her shield, her protector, and because of this she is unwaveringly loyal to him.
- She suffers from bouts of paranoia, likely due to the fear that she might one day encounter her former employer again.
An orphan among orphans in the lowest levels of Coruscant, much of Ghette's earliest memories mirror that of many abandoned children: stealing from unsuspecting individuals and peddling scrap to ensure her stomach wasn't left wanting. Not yet understanding the concept of shame, the girl had a penchant for approaching anyone even remotely better off than herself and tugging at their heartstrings.
Jorrann Lanchur
Jorrann Lanchur was among the other children like her, and for Ghette it was fortunate. The two were inseparable. No matter where they were, or how tough things appeared, their bond only strengthened. Though their lives lacked any real luxury, it was enough. Ghette thrived alongside Jorrann. They might spend the rest of their lives on the streets, but that fate wasn't so awful with him around.On the eve of Jorrann's seventeenth birthday, Ghette set off alone to secure a gift for her friend. Naturally, the means by which she intended to obtain such a luxury was through practiced sleight of hand, only this time she foolishly bit off more than she could chew. Despite the masterful execution of her plan through years of practice, Ghette failed in her attempt to steal from Zartax the Hutt. Amused at the young human's attempt at theft, he spared her life under the condition that she work for him. It was an opportunity she couldn't pass up, the offer lucrative considering the alternative was death. Days passed before Jorrann saw Ghette again, and when he did she relayed the events of her excursion, and he joined her in her employment.
Years passed, and they were significantly better than those that came before. Until Ghette was sent to perform a job she wasn't fully prepared for. Sent to retrieve one of Zartax's runaway slaves and return her to him, Ghette's conscience got the better of her. Ridden with guilt for her own actions and seeing the dull, lifeless luster of the slave's eyes, Ghette freed her and returned empty-handed. Her punishment for the loss was a beating, which served as a stern reminder that they were hardly any more free than the slaves they helped smuggle.
Days passed, and Jorrann didn't see or hear from Ghette. It was unusual, for the only time one was seen without the other was when Zartax sent them on separate jobs. On the fourth day, he found her. She'd been dumped in their old stomping grounds. Ghette wasn't stupid; she knew it was a test. Rasping for breath, the teen stumbled through the streets they once roamed, knowing none that passed would take pity on her. It was as she began to collapse against a building that she looked up and saw Jorrann.
Jorrann took her away from there, tending to her injuries as he found creative ways to take them from one place to another. Ghette never fully recovered from the encounter. Instead, she became anxious. Often, she expressed concern that they weren't going to be alive much longer. Increasingly, she relied on him for protection, often choosing to cower behind him lest she put herself in another life-threatening situation.