Lierin
Street Rat
Name: Lierin
Faction: None
Rank: Street Rat
Species: Morganian
Age: Seventeen
Sex: Female
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 98lbs
Eyes: Heterochromia. Right is Violet - Left is Black
Hair: Silver
Skin: Alabaster
Force Sensitive: Yes
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Strengths and Weaknesses
Strength: Tech Savvy- Lierin was in charge of her own education, and thus only studied things she loved. She became a slicer after teaching herself to read and write the many different codes and languages that poured in through Nar Shaddaa systems and personal datapads she had stolen.
Strength: Street Wise- Having grown up in the underbelly of Nar Shaddaa, Lierin was quick witted and developed an instinct to help her navigate the circus of slums that make up the underbelly of any significantly built up city.
Strength: Telekinesis (minor)- Able to move small inanimate objects. Not usable on living creatures.
Weakness: Frail- Given her slim build and short height, Lierin cannot fight against those larger than her in a hand to hand fight.
Weakness: PTSD- Given her past, Lierin suffers from PTSD. This often manifests itself in night terrors, or if certain triggers are met, Lierin will either shut down completely or sent into a senseless rage; often violent and resulting in injuries to herself or others.
Weakness: Over Confidence- Lierin can be a bit cocky about her abilities and simply herself. Her mouth often gets her in trouble as well, unable to hold back her true thoughts or snarky quips.
Appearance
Standing at a small height of five foot nothing and weighting less than 100 lbs, Lierin does not cut an imposing figure. Nor does it help that the girl dressed in a heavy faded green hooded coat that drapes over her body like protective armor, hiding away her long silver hair, her two colored eyes and her pointed ears. It was clearly way too big for her slight frame and it seemed to drown out any distinguishing feature she could have.
Though, if one did get a look under that hood that tried to hide her from view, one would see a doll like face and vibrant two toned eyes that were a pale purple and black. Long silver hair framed her visage, and hung past her hips; it did well to keep her pointed ears hidden. Her figure was on the more lithe side of most near-humans, making her appear frail and fragile, which in fact was true. She did have a scar upon her head, barely peaking out from the hairline of her silver locks, though apart from that she was unmarred by any other markings.
She didn't have much in the way of possessions, just a datapad and a small hovel she kept other useful things she had swiped and pilfered as she grew up.
Biography
My first memories...? Heh, they were of a cage in some cargo hold, crowded in with a bunch of other kids that were a lil bigger than me. I didn't understand a word they were saying, nor what the men beyond the cage were speaking about... I had never seen these kinda folks before either, they weren't like me. Though, at the time, I didn't even know who me was. All I knew was that my head was pounding, and the air I was breathing was so stale and dead... And there was red on me. It was on the thin slip of a dress I was wearing that was clearly not made for my size, it was on my legs too, little drops that had fallen from the wound on my head. Beside me, there was an even smaller kid... He looked like a little doll just laying there all black and blue, not painted in red like me, but he wasn't moving. As I reached for him, and tugged him close... the little doll of a boy did nothing, his eyes glassed over eyes simply stared out into nothingness. I didn't understand what it meant at the time, why he wasn't breathing, but the top of the cage opened, and that little boy was yanked from my arms and thrown aside, landing by a couple of other little lifeless figures. I didn't know what death was, or what dead looked like then...
The cage was then covered and began to move then, carried on a cart that would take me and the rest of these unfortunate children to their fates. It so loud, and the air became foul at some point, it made me cough and gag, and many of the other kids as well. We didn't come from a place like this... We came from places with open spaces and clean air to breathe. Everything here felt heavy with ick and grime, and we hadn't even seen the place yet. We traveled in darkness until that foul air was gone and a breath of fresh air filled our lungs. We had been taken inside somewhere. I could hear the murmuring of voices, many many voices and the trills of strange laughter. Then, the cover was thrown off the cage, and the blinding lights of the underbelly auction house made everything white. It was so bright, it was confusing, but once that confusion settled and my eyes focused on what was before me, even more confusion set in. We were upon a platform bathed in that bright light, and before the cage were two figures dressed in all black. They wore masks over their faces, strange masks that both scared me and intrigued me; Where was I? What was going to happen? Why are these masked men keeping all of us in a cage?
What I noticed next were the many many other figures just standing before the platform, all chattering and brimming with excitement. What were they excited for...? I had asked myself, but the answer was soon given as one of the black clad and masked men reached in and yanked out a little girl that had strange appendages growing from her head from the cage. She kicked and screamed, fighting back as hard as she could before they had overpowered her, and a booming voice suddenly filled the crowded room. 'Today we've a lovely shipment of young slaves, specimens, and whatever else you could use these special tools for. The first on the block is a young and healthy Twi'lek. She has shown signs of force sensitivity... The starting bid is five million credits!" Once that voice had stopped booming through the room, another loud sound picked up. Back and forth these people went until finally that little Twi'lek was rushed off the stage and given to another just waiting in the wings. This... event went on for a couple of hours until there was just me left and I was tugged from the cage and placed in front of this... crowd of strange looking beings. Why was everything so strange looking?
'Finally... the last piece of our auction. We've had chance of procuring some of her kind before, though it is far and few between. Here we have a Morganian, a young female of the species and sure to grow into a fine beauty, as most of their kind do. The bidding will start at fifteen million credits!' the booming voice said, making my ears ring. What followed next was a cacophony of different voices, chirps, shouts and hoots; it was overwhelming to every part of my senses. However, it was over within moments, and I was hustled off the platform towards a massive hooded figure who then shoved me into a small case. It felt too small, and as I struggled not to panic I felt myself drifting... my eyes closing and blacking out as this case was being carried to stars know where.
When I woke, I woke to a cold dark cell... I was on a cot and there was at least a toilet here. The walls looked as if someone had tried to claw their way out and in the distance I could hear the sounds of screaming echoing down the halls. I had been changed and my wounded head mended, but even though this person who had me now had tended to me I couldn't help but feel this dreadful, maddening... pit welling deep in my gut. This place was wrong, those screams were of people hurting and I was trapped here, in this unknown place with unknown beings and unknown words.
In the cell, I had no sense of time... They left me there, alone in that darkness, feeding me some tasteless grey slop that did at least fill my belly. Every once in a while a spout descended from the ceiling and sprayed water in the entire room, drenching it completely for what seemed like forever to me. My only guess was to keep me and my cell clean, but on those days it seemed the scariest to me, the water was freezing and nothing in my little cell offered protection from the stinging drops that fell from the ceiling. This place was meant to drive people mad, meant to break them and meant to make them hollow.
But, someone did finally come for me after one of those cleanings. I was freezing and dripping wet, stunned from that awful shower of icy rain that tortured me so... I just wanted to go away, run away. I was so lost in my own mind that I hadn't even noticed the figure picking me up and carrying me down the halls, making turn after turn before stepping into a lift. I was starting to come around as we left the lift and walked down a hallway full of windows... It was night time, and outside was lit with brilliant lights and the faint twinkle of stars behind the glow of the city. All of it was blinding and dazzling... I had forgotten for that brief moment of where I was and what was going on. However when we entered the next room, and those dazzling lights were replaced with bright harsh white lights, like the lights that had first blinded me at the beginning of all of this, my focus returned to the peril I was surely in.
The room I was in now was white and metal... Everything was spotless. Clean. Even the air felt too clean. The figure that was carrying me was dressed in pure white too. The face was hidden, but the eyes were a strange vibrant color of orange I had never seen before. Every bit of him was covered in white aside from those eyes that bore into my soul. All the little hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up, prickling and stinging. My heart was in my throat, and the tips of my ears had gone numb... What was this feeling? I hated it, but before I could even fight, I was slammed down onto a cold metal table, my mind was spinning again. Spinning... everything was spinning and spinning, and then I saw the gleam of that razor sharp blade as it neared me, and then everything went black.
I came to in a trash heap in the Underbelly of this city, covered in red, even my hands were red this time. So very red. I was free, but where was I? Who was I and what was I? I had only heard speech that once, and I learned nothing from my time in the cell. What was I suppose to do in this place that had swallowed me whole? How did I even get out of that clean white room? There were so many questions and I had no way of getting the answers I needed. Even to this day, I dunno how I even came out of that dreadful place alive, nor do I know if that man in white with orange eyes is still alive.
I do know I have been free from that place for six years, and I have roughly deduced that I had been captive for five years given the rate of growth of hair and height... I must have been at least six when I was captured from where-ever I had come from, making me in my later teenage years now at the recording of this little journal. During my freedom I have carved out a meager little life for myself with a hovel to sleep in and somewhat decent food to eat, but this city is dangerous, and every day I stumble through a circus of horrors, barely making it through. Though, I won't let others know just how scared I am...
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Ship- (None)
Kills- (None)
Bounties Collected- (None)
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Role-Plays:
(None...yet!)
*is suddenly stolen!*
