Rosa
Member
Larisa Young
[SIZE=11pt]Name: Larisa Young[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Species: Human[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Age: 28[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sex: Female[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eyes: Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Hair: Black[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Skin: Black[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Force Sensitive: Yes[/SIZE]
Strengths
[SIZE=11pt]Survivor - Be it natural talent or sheer dumb luck, Larisa tends to land on her feet.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Master Tracker - with a little time and a lot of patience, Larisa has not yet failed to find a target.[/SIZE]
Weaknesses
[SIZE=11pt]Marked - The Drug Lords of Coruscant’s Underworld didn’t take kindly to her leaving, especially seeing as many of them considered her to be Odan’s right hand (which she wasn’t). Her bounty currently total’s 3000 credits.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Not a Fighter - Larisa can just about hold her own in a fight, but she much prefers the shoot from a distance, or not at all route.[/SIZE]
Biography
Larisa had a rough childhood, and orphan of war surviving in the Coruscant underground was not easy for her, but her natural gift got her noticed. Both a blessing and a curse, working for Hutts, Drug Lords and Bounty Hunters kept a roof over her head. Too wilful to waste time breaking, she’d work happily enough for food and shelter and a very small fee.Larisa hated it, she did her utmost to find a way off, but every time something got in her way, be it thieves, and over possessive boss or just bad luck she couldn’t get her boots off the surface. It wasn’t until she reached her late teens and people started to take a little more notice of the fierce little fighter who could find anything. She caught the eye of a Draethos, who likened her spirit to the warriors back home and took her under his wing.
Of course anyone with smarts enough about the way things work in the underworld know that “taken under a wing” means claim as their own. Larisa found a way off the rock, but the price was her freedom. Odan trained her, Odan fed her. And he took everything in return, sending her to all corners of the Galaxy to find people or things, knowing that she would return because if she didn’t, her life would be forfeit. Larisa didn’t hate this life, she developed skills, she had food in her belly and a roof over her head and Odan wasn’t so bad, provided he wasn’t too deep in his cups. The Hutts, however tended to disagree with her, as did a lot of other local gangs.
An assassin, dispatched by one of Odan’s many enemies ended her not so terrible life as she knew it. While other servants scrambled to bend the knee to the next Drug Lord, Larisa took her ship, a small portion of credits she knew he’d hidden and never looked back.
