Kordé
every man for himself

K O R D É
Age | 20 |
Species | Kiffar |
Gender | Female |
Height | Average |
Weight | Lean-ish |
Force Sensitive | N |
Affiliation | Herself Not-by-choice: Galactic Empire |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Heterochromatic eyes, one blue, the other sulfurish-red; silver streaks down her black hair; piercings, two beneath indigo-painted lips, one on the nose, several on the ears; tattoos, the Kiffu qukuuf, a few intricate ones running up from her chest and left shoulder; you're looking at a walking flaw, a naeve. Someone once told her: 'never forget what you are. The rest of the galaxy won't. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you' and she leaned into it hard. And as far as usual attire goes? Black boots, black skinny jeans, black leather jacket, and to spice it up with some color, be eccentric, yeah, you guessed it -- a white, sometimes grey, t-shirt underneath, tucked in.
INVENTORY
Blaster pistol
Vibrodagger
Slicing Tools
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Lie, cheat, and steal - a true rogue that lives by the mantra that every man is for himself. Whatever she has to do to survive, to get her way, she's gonna do it. Thing is, she's also not the bravest of the bunch - if there's a hurdle, she'll try going around it rather than climb over it. She knows power is what runs the galaxy, so Korde knows exactly when to bow her head low, keep her mouth shut (mostly), and let it all blow over. She's cynical, bitter, and resentful, but she won't say no to a drink with friends. If she had any.
STRENGTHS
Psychometry: As a kiffar, she will touch that ATM and snatch all those passwords.
Silent & Agile: She's a cat.
WEAKNESSES
Non-combatant: Average galactic citizen, she can shoot a blaster, jack a knife in your chest, but not better than your average joe. Also, she'd probably look for a way out, first and foremost.
Untrustworthy: She puts her own interests above the group's, often making choices that backfire with heavier consequences than if she had cooperated.
Terrible pilot: Don't give her a ship or a vehicle.
HISTORY
Juror #10: Listen to me. We're... This kid on trial here... his type, well, don't you know about them? There's a, there's a danger here. These people are dangerous. They're wild. Listen to me. Listen.
Born in the slums, your whole life is set. Scripted. There's no going out, except with your feet out the door. You know it, the people living on the other side know it, everyone knows it. Korde learned early on that the galaxy is a rough place, rougher than the streets she grew up on, that every man was out for himself and if she wanted to live long enough, she'd have to follow that code. She didn't deviate from it her whole life.
Now she's broken out from an Imperial prison after her last bank heist went wrong, a fugitive, running for her life like she's always done. Her luck ran out when she came across


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