Lealia Anathema
Character
NAME: Lealia AnathemaFACTION:
RANK:
SPECIES: Mirialan
AGE: 20
SEX: female
HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 130 lbs
EYES: pinkish-purple
HAIR: Pink at root and blue at ends
SKIN: pale yellowish-green skin
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
STRENGTHS:
- quick on her feet
- agile
- great dexterity
- doesn't always know when to hold back (both fighting and her tongue)
- easily distracted (only in gentle state)
- driven for strength (only in aggressive state)
- can be very naive
Lealia stands 5 foot 4 inches tall with short hair, pink at the root and blue at the ends. A thin braid hangs behind her left ear down just past her shoulder while the rest is kept back in a pony tail. Her eyes are a bright pinkish-purple with long dark eyelashes. She has a soft close lipped smile most of the time, though a cocky smirk is often present. Her skin is a pale yellow-green common of her race. Her build is thin, making her a quick runner and agile when fighting. A pinkish-purple tattoo runs the length of the left side of her body from her shoulder to her ankle in curving lines and sharp points. Much of the time she wears either a face mask or helmet to hide her distinguishable tattoos and hair.
BIOGRAPHY:
Lealia was always a happy child in her younger years. Just like the others, she would run and play. When she became a bit older, at roughly age 12, she started to develop a separation in her self. When she'd pull her hair back, she was studious, friendly, happy, quiet, caring, gentle, and easily distracted. If her hair was down, she'd become confident, cocky, loud, assertive, focused, and far more aggressive. In her more aggressive state, she remember everything, but in her more gentle state, she doesn't remember what her other self has done.
It wasn't until she was 17 that her the Force showed itself in her. In leaving her family she found herself needing to defend herself more. She'd learned her basics in fighting, but she couldn't do much in the way of defending herself from anything more than common criminals. One day, she was caught, cornered by a couple of droids that had entered the world she now called home. With nothing to give them, no money, no information, no weapons, she thought she was done for. Back to the wall, she closed her eyes and pleaded with the gods above that they might allow her to live. Just as they were about to shoot, she thrust her arms forward in a defensive measure. Eyes closed, she didn't realize what she had done until she opened her eyes at the sounds of metal clattering on the ground. In the time she had, she used it to flee.
Over the next three years, she collected bounties, learned the basics of fighting with small blades, and struggled with learning how to use the force on her own. Now, she wants to learn how to harness it correctly, fight off those who have caused harm to her, and help protect those who can't fight for themselves.
SHIP:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
POSSESSIONS:
500,000 credits
2 hand-and-half length blades
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