Ronin
Name: Mara Okami
Homeworld: Celwis
Nickname/Alias: Shiva
Date of Birth: 814 A.B.Y.
Faction: Independent
Rank: Independent / Assassin / Bounty Hunter
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Species: Chiss
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Gleaming Black
Skin Color: Blue
Eye Color: Crimson
Appearance:
She is an attractive young Chiss female. Oh the outside their is nothing 'wrong' with her, she has all the standard Chiss features, and all the 'right' curves in the right places. She has an air of confidence about her that she exudes. She doesn't wear anything formal, at all. If the occasion does call for it, she doesn't answer it. She does take excellent care of herself. She tends to where outfits that allow easy access to any sort of weapons she needs for the job.
When she is not on a job, she dress very causal and low key. Appearance wise, she tries to keep it low key. Something in which she can blend into the local populace as much as possible with.
Personality:
After her experiences being a slave, her personality shift, she became darker, cold, distant, aggressive and serious. Her old personality died when she became a slave, it is still 'there' but in no way does it really like her old personality. Slavery effectively warped her personality in a thoroughly destructive and negative aspect. She 'lost' her sense of humor, she lost her gregarious nature, she lost her trustfulness of others, she lost many positive aspects of herself. She doesn't laugh, or cry or really care about others and 'their' needs. She became aggressive and dominate, want to enforce her will on others. She finds it mildly entertaining to chew someone up and spite them out from time to time. Her temper, for the most part, became quite ill and unforgiving, in the lest.
She no longer cares for her fellow sentient being. But her malice has been directed at those whose occupations fall under that of slavery, not the slaves themselves. A positive aspect of it is that she has become one that takes the initiative and the lead. She no longer sits around and talks about ideas, but puts them into practice and action. She does like to do things on the fly and not plan things out. She has a bad tendency to not only not plan things out but to just go with the flow. Somethings that goes well for her, and sometimes it does not.
Weaknesses:
[/list]History:
She had been a slave for most of her life. She exchanged hands more times than a single paper Credit traveling the Hydian Way before she hit the age of fifteen. When in fact she hit the age of fifteen, she finally found a way to earn her freedom. But her story starts before that. She was born, even though she jokes that she was made in lab, on Celwis. Some say that he was a hired hand on a cruise line that her mother took with her family. Others say that she was only just a orphan picked up by the Jedi Order because she was Force Sensitive.
Her mother, soon after the birth, felt as though their was something different about her child. Mara's birth had been born out of wedlock, she was an illegitimate child. It could have been the hormones or the fact that her mother had a child with out a legitimate father in the eye's of the upright, noble and at least a family in good standing that the mother was apart of. So Mara's mother took off in the night as too not. After traveling for a number of months she ended landing on the Queen of the Core. It was there, that Mara's mother found the Jedi. After a rather short deliberation, she gave her child over to the Jedi to be trained. Her mother returned shortly to Celwis and spoke of her sudden leave was due to a rare genetic illness. Her mother didn't want her child, Mara, to have a direct link to her and her family Heritage, so she gave her a different name, something very human. Upon her mother's return to Celwis, she went on with her life like nothing had ever happened.
She was bad apple straight from the start. She was incorrigible and insufferable on her good days. And that was the first five years of life. She calmed down when she turned six and was allowed more freedom around the Jedi Temple. She excelled in most areas that she was taught. She was trained by various Masters and was the lackey child of the Jedi Temple until she went out on a training mission when she was eight. This was the first time, to her, that she would leave the Queen of the Core and travel else where. Except the transport ship was hijacked and the people on board where either shot and killed or sold as slaves. Her master was one of those that was killed in the hostile take over of the transport ship. She was left again by some one she had trusted. She took his damaged lightsaber, and made the Viridian blade, her own. She did not take it out of sympathy or caring for her dead master. She took it because she knew what kind of damage it could do in the right hands and she knew she could fix it over time.
She started down he path that she was on when she became a slave at eight, in a slave camp on some alien world (alien to her), she killed another slave for their ration by the end of the first fort night. Many more deaths at her hands followed when she was a slave but after that moment, her first kill, she realized that she thoroughly enjoyed it, the killing that is and the hunt for it. By the time she was fifteen she had exchanged a dozen more hands, and killed soon after every exchange. Sometimes it was the bodyguard that tried to take advantage of her and sometimes it was just another slave, something of no value to her. The lightsaber was the only possession she had and was allowed to care because it was 'broken'. She knew how to work it, but it took her a few years to fully be able to use the lightsaber with any serious effectiveness, at least to her standards.
She had seen a thousand worlds, and heard several hundred languages. And cares little for it all, except for adventure and combat. It was when she was fifteen when she found her means of her escape. It started first with her being able to fix, and customize her old Master's lightsaber to her own liking. And in middle of a jump between worlds, she had no clue what planet she was on (never got of the ship) and no clue to the world she was heading too, she cut through her chains and cut down ever slave trader on the ship. There was a dozen of them, none of them hand any major hardware beyond that of a hold out blaster or a stun gun. The remaining slaves on the ship, where all let off on the next stop. Which just so happened to be planet Dathomir. One of the other slaves was a pilot and was able to set the ship down. None of them knew of the world when they touched down. And they got a rude awakening.
The female slaves that joined the Nightsisters where allowed to live, the others and the male, died. She joined the Nightsisters, and they completed her Force and lightsaber training. She made the choice to keep her lightsaber and use it. Even when she passed the trials to be a full fledged member of the Nightsisters. The only thing that she couldn't do was tame and ride a Rancor. And after a number of years with them, she left the planet of Dathomir in search of slavers to kill, her own freedom, and life, but most important to her was to find adventure and something to do with her life.
Homeworld: Celwis
Nickname/Alias: Shiva
Date of Birth: 814 A.B.Y.
Faction: Independent
Rank: Independent / Assassin / Bounty Hunter
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Species: Chiss
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Gleaming Black
Skin Color: Blue
Eye Color: Crimson
Appearance:
She is an attractive young Chiss female. Oh the outside their is nothing 'wrong' with her, she has all the standard Chiss features, and all the 'right' curves in the right places. She has an air of confidence about her that she exudes. She doesn't wear anything formal, at all. If the occasion does call for it, she doesn't answer it. She does take excellent care of herself. She tends to where outfits that allow easy access to any sort of weapons she needs for the job.
When she is not on a job, she dress very causal and low key. Appearance wise, she tries to keep it low key. Something in which she can blend into the local populace as much as possible with.
Personality:
After her experiences being a slave, her personality shift, she became darker, cold, distant, aggressive and serious. Her old personality died when she became a slave, it is still 'there' but in no way does it really like her old personality. Slavery effectively warped her personality in a thoroughly destructive and negative aspect. She 'lost' her sense of humor, she lost her gregarious nature, she lost her trustfulness of others, she lost many positive aspects of herself. She doesn't laugh, or cry or really care about others and 'their' needs. She became aggressive and dominate, want to enforce her will on others. She finds it mildly entertaining to chew someone up and spite them out from time to time. Her temper, for the most part, became quite ill and unforgiving, in the lest.
She no longer cares for her fellow sentient being. But her malice has been directed at those whose occupations fall under that of slavery, not the slaves themselves. A positive aspect of it is that she has become one that takes the initiative and the lead. She no longer sits around and talks about ideas, but puts them into practice and action. She does like to do things on the fly and not plan things out. She has a bad tendency to not only not plan things out but to just go with the flow. Somethings that goes well for her, and sometimes it does not.
Weaknesses:
- Cold and Apathetic
- Pure unregulated malice for Slavers and Slavery
- Ruthless
- Natural Born Killer
- Predator
- Killer Instincts
- Natural Born Killer
- Fearless
- Athletic
- DC-15x Sniper Rifle
- Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft
- Zephyr-G swoop
- Force Speed
- Force Push
- Force Concealment
- Force Grip
- Force Choke
- Beast Control
- Force Crush
- Force Fear
- Force Dominate
[/list]History:
She had been a slave for most of her life. She exchanged hands more times than a single paper Credit traveling the Hydian Way before she hit the age of fifteen. When in fact she hit the age of fifteen, she finally found a way to earn her freedom. But her story starts before that. She was born, even though she jokes that she was made in lab, on Celwis. Some say that he was a hired hand on a cruise line that her mother took with her family. Others say that she was only just a orphan picked up by the Jedi Order because she was Force Sensitive.
Her mother, soon after the birth, felt as though their was something different about her child. Mara's birth had been born out of wedlock, she was an illegitimate child. It could have been the hormones or the fact that her mother had a child with out a legitimate father in the eye's of the upright, noble and at least a family in good standing that the mother was apart of. So Mara's mother took off in the night as too not. After traveling for a number of months she ended landing on the Queen of the Core. It was there, that Mara's mother found the Jedi. After a rather short deliberation, she gave her child over to the Jedi to be trained. Her mother returned shortly to Celwis and spoke of her sudden leave was due to a rare genetic illness. Her mother didn't want her child, Mara, to have a direct link to her and her family Heritage, so she gave her a different name, something very human. Upon her mother's return to Celwis, she went on with her life like nothing had ever happened.
She was bad apple straight from the start. She was incorrigible and insufferable on her good days. And that was the first five years of life. She calmed down when she turned six and was allowed more freedom around the Jedi Temple. She excelled in most areas that she was taught. She was trained by various Masters and was the lackey child of the Jedi Temple until she went out on a training mission when she was eight. This was the first time, to her, that she would leave the Queen of the Core and travel else where. Except the transport ship was hijacked and the people on board where either shot and killed or sold as slaves. Her master was one of those that was killed in the hostile take over of the transport ship. She was left again by some one she had trusted. She took his damaged lightsaber, and made the Viridian blade, her own. She did not take it out of sympathy or caring for her dead master. She took it because she knew what kind of damage it could do in the right hands and she knew she could fix it over time.
She started down he path that she was on when she became a slave at eight, in a slave camp on some alien world (alien to her), she killed another slave for their ration by the end of the first fort night. Many more deaths at her hands followed when she was a slave but after that moment, her first kill, she realized that she thoroughly enjoyed it, the killing that is and the hunt for it. By the time she was fifteen she had exchanged a dozen more hands, and killed soon after every exchange. Sometimes it was the bodyguard that tried to take advantage of her and sometimes it was just another slave, something of no value to her. The lightsaber was the only possession she had and was allowed to care because it was 'broken'. She knew how to work it, but it took her a few years to fully be able to use the lightsaber with any serious effectiveness, at least to her standards.
She had seen a thousand worlds, and heard several hundred languages. And cares little for it all, except for adventure and combat. It was when she was fifteen when she found her means of her escape. It started first with her being able to fix, and customize her old Master's lightsaber to her own liking. And in middle of a jump between worlds, she had no clue what planet she was on (never got of the ship) and no clue to the world she was heading too, she cut through her chains and cut down ever slave trader on the ship. There was a dozen of them, none of them hand any major hardware beyond that of a hold out blaster or a stun gun. The remaining slaves on the ship, where all let off on the next stop. Which just so happened to be planet Dathomir. One of the other slaves was a pilot and was able to set the ship down. None of them knew of the world when they touched down. And they got a rude awakening.
The female slaves that joined the Nightsisters where allowed to live, the others and the male, died. She joined the Nightsisters, and they completed her Force and lightsaber training. She made the choice to keep her lightsaber and use it. Even when she passed the trials to be a full fledged member of the Nightsisters. The only thing that she couldn't do was tame and ride a Rancor. And after a number of years with them, she left the planet of Dathomir in search of slavers to kill, her own freedom, and life, but most important to her was to find adventure and something to do with her life.