Daughter of Fen
NAME: Mia Monroe
FACTION: Mandalorian
RANK:
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 130lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Almost black
SKIN: slightly tanned
DISTIGUISHING FEATURES: A scar given to her by Darth Moridin runs from her right cheek, across the bridge of her noes and well above her left eyebrow. Numerous scars across her body from various battles
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Her force sensitivity makes her a capable fighter, she feels rather than thinks her way through a battle.
+ Well versed in most forms of combat, though prefers short range weapons and close quarters fighting.
+ Damn good pilot
Force Skills (those she uses regularly, not her full skill set)
+ Carries the memories and knowledge of @[member="Velok"] with her, thus giving her the ability to learn almost any force power.
+ She as an innate ability at fading into the background, often going unnoticed until she needs to be.
+/- Slow to trust anyone. Regardless of other people's opinions, Mia doesn't open up to strangers well.
+/- Loyal to a fault. Once you've earned her trust you can be sure she'll be there to watch your back
- Quick to anger.
- Her height can often prove to be a disadvantage on the battlefield
- Prejudice towards sith, regardless of their alignment.
- Generally an introvert, but more out of choice than anything else
SHIP:
Liberty's Veil
BIOGRAPHY:
Mia has no recollection of her parents, what they looked like or even if they loved her. She spent the early years of her life a street rat on Corellia, begging for food and stealing what wasn’t given to her. When she was around seven years old, on her normal flee from the authorities she found her way into a mandalorian’s space shuttle, she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d gotten in but she wasn’t going to try her chances with the authorities, so she found herself a dark corner to hide in and stayed there. The ship owner Jaxx, found her fast asleep, hours later and when they were already in hyperspace.
Amused by the Mia’s daring on entering the ship and touched by how close she looked to her own daughter that had passed away, he adopted her. She grew up on Jaxx’s ship as he travelled from planet to planet taking on various jobs from smuggling to bounty hunting. In between jobs he would train her in the art of combat, stealth and flight. Her training sessions were hard and long and she often cried herself to sleep trying to decide which life was better, this one or her old beggar life on Corellia.
By the time she was 10 she could fire a blaster with precision that almost outmatched Jaxx’s. By the time she was 14 she could pilot the shuttle and on in her 16th year, Jaxx challenged her to a spar, and she very nearly beat him. “I have taught you the skill, now you need to learn to use it.”
From that day she joined him on all his jobs save bounty hunting. When she asked him why, he refused to discuss it no matter how much she shouted at him convinced she was ready, and that he was merely refusing to accept it, he would not bend.
At the age of 18, she settled the shuttle down alone at a rendezvous point on Coruscant and waited for Jaxx to return. An hour past the rendezvous time, then two and still he had failed to show. Unable to bear waiting any longer and certain something had gone wrong, she secured the shuttle and went looking for him.
She knew his target was a republic official, but she had no idea where the hit was supposed to take place, yet still after hours of searching she still managed to find the old man, who had gotten injured and hidden himself away, convinced he was going to die.
By the time she had found him the hype of hit attack had died down a little and she was able to get him back to the shuttle without too much incident, and once they were well out of reach and in hyperdrive once more she tended to his wounds.
“I am old, Mia.”
“No kidding…”
“I’m serious, Mia, this is no longer my game. I need to go home.”
Manadalore was not somewhere Mia was at all comfortable, but she promised herself she would stay for Jaxx sake. After two years, he gifted her with the Wayward Angel.
“She’s old, but I’ve had people working from dawn to dusk to get her in good shape for you.”
With her own ship and an R9 astromech droid she later named Bandit, she was able to build her own name for herself. Smuggling, stealing and occasionally using the Angel as an addition to a small outer rim battle or two. She avoided bounties unless times were tough as a gesture to her foster father, and she was even known to run the occasional legitimate job when it was necessary. During her time working alone she developed an interest in the galactic history and began her own small collection of various artefacts and old holovids. She returned to Mandalore every year for a month or two to deposit her collectables and spend time with Jaxx.
Two years ago, old age caught up with Jaxx and he passed away, leaving a huge void in Mia’s life. Even now she returns to Manadalore to visit his grave.
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
(most recent is at the top)
I'll Peel off the Rest of your armor
To whom it may concern (Invasion of Ord Mantell)
A meeting of the clans
Family Ties
The First Harvest
Clash of Bone and Sinew(Dominion of Ord Mantell)
You did say let us all bleed...
Let us all bleed red
Who is hunting Whom?
Suffer the consequences of your actions
Gimme a Circe Green Ale
Battle Royale
What are you looking at?
Only the Strong
Hidden Defence
This is Only the beginning
Auction of the Century
Echoy'la
For Honour
Mutual Feelings
For Your Information
Welcome to the Jungle
All Hunts have to start somewhere
Just sitting on a lake shore
Breaking the Bank (Dominion of Muunilist)
A Friend in Need
She Who Fights Monsters (Fringe Dominion)
Dogpile
The Teferi Job
Leaving Home
Olra'en's Eleven
sith Invasion of yaga Minor
Salvage and Friendship
Battle Royale
Catching Fire
Roche
Dangerous Talk for Dangerous Times
Coming Home
Sky People have come
A message for Mia
A Completely Legal Proposition
Surgical Precision. Dominion of Borosk
A little cantina the otherside of Kessel
Nothing complcated out a drink
Filling a Void
Ghost Planet Dominion of Generis
Who are you really?
Perceptions of Reality
Disturbing the Peace
Operation Black Guard
Dominion: For the Glory of Mandalore: Taris
Campaign: Temple Recovery
Finders Keepers
Under the weather
Just another night in a smugglers den
Purged Topics
The cost of War
Fusing memories
Maintaining Friendships. Dominion of Dathomir
Here, have some hell, we know how much you like it
Nightmares follow you like a shadow
FACTION: Mandalorian
RANK:
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 130lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Almost black
SKIN: slightly tanned
DISTIGUISHING FEATURES: A scar given to her by Darth Moridin runs from her right cheek, across the bridge of her noes and well above her left eyebrow. Numerous scars across her body from various battles
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Her force sensitivity makes her a capable fighter, she feels rather than thinks her way through a battle.
+ Well versed in most forms of combat, though prefers short range weapons and close quarters fighting.
+ Damn good pilot
Force Skills (those she uses regularly, not her full skill set)
- Tutaminis
- Force Scream
- Telekinesis
- Telepathy
+ Carries the memories and knowledge of @[member="Velok"] with her, thus giving her the ability to learn almost any force power.
+ She as an innate ability at fading into the background, often going unnoticed until she needs to be.
+/- Slow to trust anyone. Regardless of other people's opinions, Mia doesn't open up to strangers well.
+/- Loyal to a fault. Once you've earned her trust you can be sure she'll be there to watch your back
- Quick to anger.
- Her height can often prove to be a disadvantage on the battlefield
- Prejudice towards sith, regardless of their alignment.
- Generally an introvert, but more out of choice than anything else
SHIP:
Liberty's Veil
BIOGRAPHY:
Mia has no recollection of her parents, what they looked like or even if they loved her. She spent the early years of her life a street rat on Corellia, begging for food and stealing what wasn’t given to her. When she was around seven years old, on her normal flee from the authorities she found her way into a mandalorian’s space shuttle, she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d gotten in but she wasn’t going to try her chances with the authorities, so she found herself a dark corner to hide in and stayed there. The ship owner Jaxx, found her fast asleep, hours later and when they were already in hyperspace.
Amused by the Mia’s daring on entering the ship and touched by how close she looked to her own daughter that had passed away, he adopted her. She grew up on Jaxx’s ship as he travelled from planet to planet taking on various jobs from smuggling to bounty hunting. In between jobs he would train her in the art of combat, stealth and flight. Her training sessions were hard and long and she often cried herself to sleep trying to decide which life was better, this one or her old beggar life on Corellia.
By the time she was 10 she could fire a blaster with precision that almost outmatched Jaxx’s. By the time she was 14 she could pilot the shuttle and on in her 16th year, Jaxx challenged her to a spar, and she very nearly beat him. “I have taught you the skill, now you need to learn to use it.”
From that day she joined him on all his jobs save bounty hunting. When she asked him why, he refused to discuss it no matter how much she shouted at him convinced she was ready, and that he was merely refusing to accept it, he would not bend.
At the age of 18, she settled the shuttle down alone at a rendezvous point on Coruscant and waited for Jaxx to return. An hour past the rendezvous time, then two and still he had failed to show. Unable to bear waiting any longer and certain something had gone wrong, she secured the shuttle and went looking for him.
She knew his target was a republic official, but she had no idea where the hit was supposed to take place, yet still after hours of searching she still managed to find the old man, who had gotten injured and hidden himself away, convinced he was going to die.
By the time she had found him the hype of hit attack had died down a little and she was able to get him back to the shuttle without too much incident, and once they were well out of reach and in hyperdrive once more she tended to his wounds.
“I am old, Mia.”
“No kidding…”
“I’m serious, Mia, this is no longer my game. I need to go home.”
Manadalore was not somewhere Mia was at all comfortable, but she promised herself she would stay for Jaxx sake. After two years, he gifted her with the Wayward Angel.
“She’s old, but I’ve had people working from dawn to dusk to get her in good shape for you.”
With her own ship and an R9 astromech droid she later named Bandit, she was able to build her own name for herself. Smuggling, stealing and occasionally using the Angel as an addition to a small outer rim battle or two. She avoided bounties unless times were tough as a gesture to her foster father, and she was even known to run the occasional legitimate job when it was necessary. During her time working alone she developed an interest in the galactic history and began her own small collection of various artefacts and old holovids. She returned to Mandalore every year for a month or two to deposit her collectables and spend time with Jaxx.
Two years ago, old age caught up with Jaxx and he passed away, leaving a huge void in Mia’s life. Even now she returns to Manadalore to visit his grave.
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
(most recent is at the top)
I'll Peel off the Rest of your armor
To whom it may concern (Invasion of Ord Mantell)
A meeting of the clans
Family Ties
The First Harvest
Clash of Bone and Sinew(Dominion of Ord Mantell)
You did say let us all bleed...
Let us all bleed red
Who is hunting Whom?
Suffer the consequences of your actions
Gimme a Circe Green Ale
Battle Royale
What are you looking at?
Only the Strong
Hidden Defence
This is Only the beginning
Auction of the Century
Echoy'la
For Honour
Mutual Feelings
For Your Information
Welcome to the Jungle
All Hunts have to start somewhere
Just sitting on a lake shore
Breaking the Bank (Dominion of Muunilist)
A Friend in Need
She Who Fights Monsters (Fringe Dominion)
Dogpile
The Teferi Job
Leaving Home
Olra'en's Eleven
sith Invasion of yaga Minor
Salvage and Friendship
Battle Royale
Catching Fire
Roche
Dangerous Talk for Dangerous Times
Coming Home
Sky People have come
A message for Mia
A Completely Legal Proposition
Surgical Precision. Dominion of Borosk
A little cantina the otherside of Kessel
Nothing complcated out a drink
Filling a Void
Ghost Planet Dominion of Generis
Who are you really?
Perceptions of Reality
Disturbing the Peace
Operation Black Guard
Dominion: For the Glory of Mandalore: Taris
Campaign: Temple Recovery
Finders Keepers
Under the weather
Just another night in a smugglers den
Purged Topics
The cost of War
Fusing memories
Maintaining Friendships. Dominion of Dathomir
Here, have some hell, we know how much you like it
Nightmares follow you like a shadow
