Joy Erantes-do-Nascimento
Lost At Sea
Justice is the sum of all moral duty.
GENERAL INFORMATION
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Name: Joy Valeria Erantes-do-NascimentoAlias(es): Detective Valeria, She-Of-The-Long-Names
Rank: Detective
Age: 33 GSY
Homeworld: Nyriaan
Citizenship: Nyriaanan, Coruscanti
Affiliation: CSF (Formerly), 'The Law' (Varies on location)
Occupation: Private Investigator
Force Sensitive: No
FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS
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Father: Unknown Clan Erantes Member
Mother: Unknown Clan Nascimento Member
Siblings: --
Extended Family: --
Romantic Interest: Single
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
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Species: Nyriaanan
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 113.63b
Build: Ectomorph
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Cybernetics: Robotic Right Arm
Notable Features: --
Status: Alive
PSYCHOLOGICAL INFORMATION
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Sanity: 58%
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality Type: ESTJ
Tarot Card: The Queen of Swords
Zodiac: Rising Aries, Zodiac Sagittarius, Moon Leo
Virtues: Assertive, Honest, Impartial, Focused, Tenacious
Vices: Blunt, Bossy, Hasty, Loudmouthed, Wrathful
STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
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+ Badge Of Honour: When you've seen Coruscant at it's worst, you've seen everything. Joy served for years as a member of the Coruscanti Security Force up until the Sith arrived, at which time she evacuated and was set adrift. But her deep-rooted 'lawful' tendencies didn't fade as she soon took up work with Taris' law enforcement network, earning her way back to her badge. She lives and dies it, even when on the other side of the line.+ Strength Of The Motherland: As a member of the Nyriaanan species, Joy is stockier and more athletically gifted than others, whilst also having evolutionary adaptations to see better in dark and low-light. Her so-caled 'cat-eyes' help her navigate the dark recesses of the underworld in search of a target.
+ 'Overbearing' Caregiver: A side-effect of living in a melting pot of species and cultures for a long time, Joy is very, very welcoming. Which might clash with her abrasive personality, but if you're invited into her home you're given five star treatment, even if you really don't want it. It's rude to not offer tea.
+ - Cybernetics: Joy literally had her arm torn off by a serial killer. You don't recover from that easily, that's for sure, and even with her being made of stronger stock than most adapting to an artificial limb was a hard task. It is, however, extremely strong and made of high quality (Thanks, CSF Health Care Plan!), able to easily snap bone, and with the synthflesh covering it's indistinguishable from her other limb. But, on occasion, she experiences serious phantom pain which is debilitating and paralyzing. Womp womp.
- Strangling Kindness: Joy is not exactly a delicate person. If she's insulting you, it means she likes you, and if she's really insulting you it might mean she likes you, but she also might want to throw you through a table and hate your guts from here to the Unknown Regions. Her form of affection is sort of like someone hugging someone so tight they start choking and by that point you don't know if you're actually in a chokehold or that damn robotic arm is 'acting up'.
- Bad Habits: Caf is this woman's friend. Somehow, she can even sleep whilst on the stuff. It's probably an addiction. Probably. Maybe not. Maybe she just needs a better hobby than anxiety?
- Anger Management Issues: It's no secret that Joy has serious rage issues, it takes even the smallest thing to set her off into an absolutely terrible mood for the rest of the day, week, month -- Sometimes a whole year. Hell hath no fury, right?
BACKGROUND INFORMATION
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Joy Valeria Erantes-do-Nascimento, preferring to go by Joy Valeria for simplicity's sake, is a Nyriaanan Detective currently in the employment of the Coruscant Security Force, homicide unit. Born on her homeworld Nyriaan, Joy is actually of two clans instead of one; her last name reflects this fact. Her surname quite literally means 'Erantes And Nascimento' in her native language, as a life-long branding of her mixed clan heritage. Her father was a scout from Clan Erantes, and her mother a healer of Clan Nascimento, their union producing a misfit belonging to neither. The unlikely couple gave their daughter up to Clan Valeria, a neutral party to events, due to the cultural barriers preventing from the three from living as a family unit. Through their actions, they chose to give her her best chance at life outside of petty politics. Life as an orphan. Nobody's perfect.Clan Valeria was far kinder to Joy than either of her parental clans would have been to her, though her enigma of a last name strapped to the child weighed on her often through childhood, roots to clans she felt no connection to. Still, she grew up in the household of an old kindly spinster, known simply as 'Aunt Zoe', who agreed to take the misfit in. Joy spent many long hours observing the elderly woman perform her craft with honed expertise, growing close with the widowed woman in the process, absorbing all the worldly knowledge and proverbs on offer. Zoe Valeria was actually fairly high up in the hierarchy of the clan, but her status as a widowed homemaker lent her no favours and she held little power. She could, however, still lay claim to orphans their clan took in, and Zoe was even the one to name Joy when she was just an infant. They shared many struggles and triumphs together, but the old matriarch died due to her age when Joy was 18, her body simply failing her.
Irritated at her people's inane choice to rely on old technology exactly for this reason-- Perhaps, with more advanced medicine and medical equipment at their disposal, Zoe could have lived longer, but, no, they had to honour the ancestors or what-have-you --Joy's rebellious streak re-emerged with a fiery passion. Long-frustrated, the young adult would leave Nyriaan and depart for the Core Worlds in search of a purpose. Perhaps that was a mistake, as Joy was rather rudely introduced to the state of the galaxy this way; witnessing crime and terrors aboard the vessel that carried her to the Galactic Capital, Coruscant, even witnessing a murder of someone she had befriended when said innocent couldn't pay their dues to a syndicate aboard the transport. Maybe fate had chosen. A few years of hardened combat and police training followed her arrival to Coruscant, and she was soon minted the newest member of CSF's homicide unit.
She didn't last very long, honestly.
To say that Joy is washed out might be accurate, sure. A rather messy partnership with a certain [member="Cadmon Geller"] managed to implode most of her life from therein out. She did, after all, lose her left arm in a gruelling torture-session-esque fight with a serial killer the two had been begrudgingly collaborating to take down. This set Joy back months in terms of career progress (Well, she was already under investigation with Internal Affairs, what else could go wrong?) and also left a pretty big mark on her already-karked psyche, but just when good Officer Valeria got used to her substitute limb, Coruscant sort of became a chitshow.
Joy wasn't proud of it, but she ran. Her second homeworld gone, she went with the crowd of refugees and just left. Maybe she could go home, but Nyriaan wasn't exactly a place she really liked to see outside of pictures. Her own people hadn't been the kindest to her, after all. Not to mention that life as a nomad wasn't exactly her style; she needed to be the one making a difference. Making a something. Doing something.
Well, if you can't enforce the law with the system you trusted, make your own damn system. She knew right from wrong well enough, closed a couple hundred murder cases on Coruscant, she was more than qualified to be an intergalactic P.I.
What could possibly go wrong.
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FURTHER ITEMS OF NOTE
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Formatted by [member="Runi Verin"]