Ivonis Syeeli
Character
[Scarring]
NAME: Ivonis Syeeli
FACTION: TBD
RANK: TBD
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 175 LBS
EYES: Heterochromia. Right blue, left brown
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes. Skilled? No.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Resilient: With an absurdly high pain tolerance, Ivonis can push through most physical challenges that others would crumble under.
+ Escape Artist: Rather flee than fight, Ivonis will resort to just about any means necessary to escape a dicey situation.
+ Pickpocket: A distraction and a quick sleight of hand will empty another's pocket yet keep hers full.
- Pyrophobia: While small contained fires are fine, large out of control fires and even flamethrowers will trigger her fight or flight.
- Audio/Visual Impairment: Due to scarring, she suffers tunnel vision in her right eye and deals with constant tinnitus and moderate hearing loss in her right ear.
- Fight or Flight: Fawn. Ivonis will often freeze in stressful situations before reacting.
BIOGRAPHY:
By the age of ten, Ivonis survived an uncontrollable wildfire that claimed her home village, parents, and many other innocent lives. With the town and its crops destroyed, she joined the other survivors seeking out refuge within the nearest town. She was left to live on the streets when no one would take her in. It was difficult, but she got by stealing enough to survive.
It wasn't much longer until this new "home" was visited by a small tactical force accompanied by a Sith Lord. Talks went south between this Sith and the leader-figure of the town, and things end in flames and gunfire. Ivonis was frozen with fear as buildings burned around her, and other teens her age were either captured or thrown to the fire. It was this night that she was brought under the Sith Lord's wing when they discovered she blasted some of their team away.
The rest of her teens are spent in and out of the academy , training under her new master. She became competent with self-defense skills. Sub par with offensive skills and The Force; never really cared more than to push/pull with it. The more-often-than-not successful class ditchings earned her the petname "Little Mouse." She hated it.
Her recollection of the mission she was brought along with is blurry. She vaguely recalls the order she disobeyed, or how she got away. Some things though were clearer than day. The way her master looked so proud when she stabbed them with their own lightsaber. Stealing said light saber. Being burned by one of the crew's flamethrowers. Killing that specific crewmember by force crushing their fuel pack.
Ivonis now lives on the run knowing full well there's a bounty on her head for the murder of her master. She makes her way around by catching rides, stow-away, or even flat out stealing ships. Little does she know her master yet lives and wants their pet back.
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