Mini Resh'Kla
Character
Mini Resh'Kla
(Please let me know if anyone has this face claim/last name! Would hate to step on anyone's toes.)
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General Information
Name : Mini Resh'Kla
Faction : Undecided
Rank : Street Urchin
Species : Human
Age : 17
Sex : Female
Height : 5f'3in/1.6m
Weight : 90lbs/40kg
Eyes : Hazel
Hair : Sandy Blonde
Skin : Milky White
Force Sensitive : Yes (Currently Unknown To Mini)
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Strengths & Weaknesses
+ Street Wise
Living on the streets for so long has given Mini the natural ability to care for herself in harsh situations. Be it lighting a fire, foraging (mostly in bins) for food or earning (not always honestly) a few credits to keep herself going.
- Naive
Mini is almost the definition of innocent. A friend had often said "Your brain is so full of everything else there's no room left for any common sense." She is easily persuaded and very gullible, which often leads to danger or rather... adventure?
+ Swift As a Fox
Her years slinking behind the shadows and submerging herself in the crowds has given Mini the natural ability to go anywhere she pleases, nearly almost unseen and unheard every time. She blends in to the background perfectly, disappearing as she pleases. After all, who pays attention to a lowly street urchin?
- Amnesia
As hard as she might try, Mini cannot remember anything before her time living on the streets. Some of her belongings hint at a sweeter life and Mini has made it her goal to try and find out what happened before her inconvenient lapse in memory.
+ Sweet As Can Be
Mini is often able to use her "child like charms" to wriggle her way out of anything. Coming from the streets she has had to use this trait often and well. As they say, practice makes perfect and Mini has had a lot of practice. She's easily able to work on peoples weaknesses. People watching has been her favourite pass time for as long as she can remember.
- What Are Manners?
If she's not charming her way out of trouble, Mini is getting herself into it. After years of being alone she is often cheeky and is very out of practice with her initial people skills. Gambling with strange men in bars and bantering with dock workers has given her a certain wildness/hotheadedness.
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Appearance
Short, sweet and definitely not simple. These are a few words used to describe Mini's appearance. She boasts sandy blonde hair that when down tumbles in a mass of tangled curls, though more often than not its pinned to the top of her head (in order to save it from the grim and muck of the streets). Mini is massively underweight for her age and often seems like she would snap in half if too much pressure were applied to her bones. Her hazel eyes are sharp and pierce through the shadows she so often hides in, never missing anything. On her right wrist is a black tattoo, the only clue as to who she was in her past. Mini is often clad in a well covered green (her favourite colour) outfit that fits snug around her body, protecting her milky white skin from any grazes or cuts. With a rucksack containing what little things she has strapped to her shoulders, Mini is the epitome of fitting in with the crowds.
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Biography
There's not much of Mini's life that she can recall. Her earliest days seemed years away and always slightly faded each time Mini tried to remember. Though the day she came to the city was clear as crystal. At the young age of 13 she had managed to swindle a ride in an almost broken down junker named Resh'Kla. The Captain was the last kind man she would come across. The first night, she sat nestled in with the cargo. Her thin, spindly fingers curled around a hot metal cup. Mini even remembered the steam swirling up from the mud coloured liquid. It had curled into beautiful spiralling patterns against the stark grey of the ship and then just as quickly disappeared into nothing. She had no idea where she came from, or even where she was going and she didn't think to ask.
In the previous city the kind Captain had been the first one to take pity on her and Mini was not one for declining free things. He had asked her name, but Mini had fallen short, her brain had strained to remember but it only resulted in a heavy onslaught of tears. Out of kindness and perhaps a little bit of fondness, the Captain and his crew had dubbed her Mini Resh'Kla. They had spent the better part of a month slowly traipsing through the galaxy. Most of her time had been spent looking out the thick windowed portals, staring at the stars that reflected the light of a million suns. Though, she provided plenty of entertainment for the crew and in return they taught her what little knowledge they had. On the ship Mini learned how to take care of herself. She often reflects on how much she owed the kind Captain and each man aboard that ship. They had relished in her company and by the end of the journey felt the need to protect as one of their own. Each time they made port they brought her non-perishables and heavy skins of something that made her head swim.
The captain had even offered Mini a permanent position but Mini had graciously declined. Explaining her wish to discover something that could bring back a hint of her past. He had been understanding and even hinted at feeling slightly paternal too her. He made her promise to come and visit them each time they were back. Mini had done so eagerly. She remembered the warmth of his hug and how safe she felt in his comically large arms. The second she had stepped off the thick ramp that connected the junker to the docks, she had felt over-whelmed. The huge buildings towering over her made her feel even smaller than her usual. She resisted the temptation to turn and high-tail it back onto the ship. The constant noise of people talking, bars overflowing and shop bells jangling had made it difficult for her to get a wink of sleep. It had been hard the first few months. She barely ate or drank for fear of catching something deadly. She hardly closed her eyes for fear of being hurt or having her very few possessions stolen. But overtime, the cruel city hardened her.
Each day got easier and easier as she learned the ins and outs of the city which was slowly becoming a home of some sorts. Despite everything Mini seemed to be incredibly lucky, or as lucky as a street urchin could have been. She made her home on the roof of a lively bar which overlapped with that of a bakers. Together they made a cosy, sheltered corner of salvation that protected her from harsh weather and did a great job of hiding her away from the people below. Having found some sort of comfort in a finally familiar place, Mini had settled on staying in the city. It's here that she currently lives, endlessly searching for a hint of her past.
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(As this is my first bio here please please please feel free to comment with advice/changes/suggestions. I'm always open to them and I'd be so grateful for your opinions!)