Kalla Caranthyr
Member
NAME: Kalla Caranthyr
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.65 meters (5' 5")
WEIGHT: 64 kilograms (141 lbs)
EYES: Green
HAIR: Red
SKIN: Fair, with freckles
FORCE SENSITIVE: Unknown
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Mechanically Gifted:
Kalla has always been something of a 'wiz kid' when it comes to mechanical devices. She's always been able to make intuitive leaps in understanding the how's and why's of a device's function, enabling her to work on repairing a myriad of components and systems, even without formal instruction. Likewise, she has a knack for coming up with new and innovative ways to upgrade or design new systems and components for use.
Polyglot:
Having grown up in the freight hauling / smuggler's profession, Kalla found a proclivity for learning new languages. Such an ability has proven exceptionally useful, as it saved an innumerable job from disaster. She speaks, or at least understands in cases where she lacks the means, Basic, Binary, Bocce, Bothese, Cheunh, Dug, Durese, Hapan, Huttese, Jawaese, Mando'a, Pak Pak, Rodese, Shryiiwook, and Sith.
Spice Addict:
Though not always readily apparent, Kalla suffers from a pretty severe addiction to spice. While she's largely a functional addict, the price tag that comes with the addiction has kept her in debt for most of her life and threatens, at any time, to consume her.
No Martial Training:
Kalla's preferred method of attack is "let someone else do it". While she can mostly hit a stationary target at range, she lacks any knowledge or training in proper close-combat form or more advanced ranged combat skills. Thus, anyone who gets through her traps and toys will almost assuredly subdue her.
APPEARANCE:
Kalla is a scrapyard diver, and it shows in her attire. Leather pouches hang on straps and stitched to her clothes, oil and other greasy stains splash over frayed or cut sections of cloth. Depending on the work, she might opt to wear long sleeves with durable gloves, or she might simply don a plain tanktop and go to work. Her frame is slight, and her height is short. It's next to impossible to be intimidated by her directly. Depending on her last dosage of spice, she either smiles entirely too much or almost never. She can manically slide between enthusiastically energetic or despondently aloof in frighteningly short time-frames. Such low periods often see her physical appearance take a nosedive and her health see similar downward trends.
BIOGRAPHY:
Kalla was born on Lohopa II. Her parents were both captains, each hauling freight to different parts of the galaxy. When time allowed, they would all fly together as a family, but more often than not Kalla rotated between her parent's ships as jobs necessitated. On the odd occasion where both were flying into dangerous waters, Kalla was left in the care of an old family friend who regaled the young girl with tales of a dashing Corellian smuggler who ruled the galaxy's underworld, all while searching for the one woman who would not be impressed by his riches and fame. How Kalla loved to hear those stories over and over, even when they turned sad. Such drama only made the stories that much better when things turned out for the best, especially when the smuggler found a companion to settle down with. It fostered in the young girl dreams of heroism and nobility that would, even later in life, help keep hope alight in her heart.
Noble and hopeful though the stories were, they nevertheless served as a distraction from the often meager existence she had. Life on a freighter was not particular glamorous, and being on the move constantly meant that she did not have many proper friends growing up. Instead, Kalla tinkered with scrap and old droids to make her own friends. She happy tooted and whistled with her droids while watching and learning beings many years or decades her senior, blissfully unaware of the dangers that so-often lurked out in the darkness of space. By the time she came of age and could begin helping properly and directly on jobs, Kalla threw herself into the career. Heroes always had to have their start somewhere; she just found hers while looking for scrap is all, right?
While her life was far from normal, it was her own and one that Kalla never regretted or wished otherwise. It wasn't until 844 ABY that her life became anything other than normal. On that day, her parents were both taken, as were billions of others. Across the galaxy, chaos reigned, and a young woman was suddenly cast adrift in a galaxy that could ill afford to care for one more lost soul. Weeks turned to months, which stretched on to years, and still there was no sign of her parents ever returning. Some returned from wherever it was they had disappeared, but not even all of them came back the same. Sorrow turned to depression, and Kalla turned to spice to drive away those dark feelings long enough to earn whatever credits she needed to survive.
Now she takes her own freight jobs, hauling bits of whatever to wherever they need to go. Debtors hound her startrail, and the ever-present need for spice haunts her every step. Still, buried within the jaded scrapper is a young girl who still believes in the stories of her youth, and that maybe one day she'll have a proper story to tell for herself.
SHIP:
Kalla flies, on a debt contract, a stripped down Koensayr BTL-V12 H-Wing. More junk heap than proper starship, it gets the job done for the credits she needs.
KILLS:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
None yet
