Minxi Kara
Let's Party!
MINXI KARA
| Age | 26 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | FEMALE |
| Height | 5 ft 2 inches (1.57 meters) |
| Weight | 98 pounds (44.45 Kilograms) |
| Force Sensitive | No |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Minxi's combat attire is stripped down to the essentials, chosen with ruthless practicality to maximize speed and freedom of movement. She carries only what she needs most: her signature weapons and a near-overwhelming supply of ammunition. Her torso is protected by a sleek, cropped vest reinforced with light armor plating, leaving her midsection exposed to allow for agile twists and quick maneuvers. A belt slung tightly around her waist is heavy with slug cartridges, spare magazines, and energy packs, each piece of gear positioned with precision for seamless access in the heat of battle.
For her legs, Minxi favors fitted tactical shorts over restrictive armor, their rugged fabric giving her an edge in speed and flexibility. Around her hips and thighs hang additional belts and straps bristling with grenades, compact ammo pouches, and reinforced holsters, creating an arsenal she carries with effortless confidence. Her boots, built from high-grade military composites, are scuffed and scarred from countless skirmishes—sturdy enough to crunch over shattered glass, metal casings, and urban wreckage without slowing her stride.
Her hair, an arresting cascade of violet-tinged blue, is bound into two thick, sweeping ponytails. Though practical for keeping her vision clear, Minxi is known to toy with them absentmindedly—or snap them forward like whips when an enemy strays too close. Her hands are wrapped in worn, fingerless gloves, their once-black leather now streaked and splattered with haphazard strokes of neon pinks, electric blues, and other chaotic hues, as if marked by battle and rebellion alike. A slender bracelet circles her wrist, adorned with tiny polished bullets—each one functional, ready to be chambered into a pistol or compact slug-thrower should her main stock run dry.
Every detail of her appearance tells the same story: Minxi is a fighter who thrives on mobility and precision, carrying the weight of an arsenal without ever letting it weigh her down.
INVENTORY
- PAP PAP!: A small, concealed slug thrower, that can open to form a smaller minigun styled weapon, that contains a large quantity of ammunition and the ability to shred through foes and walls alike.
- Big Bad Boom!: A large missile launcher that is one of Minxi’s pride and joys. Armed with either standard missiles, or her iconic quote on quote, “Party Missile”, which is how she is able to bring down large obstacles and even starships slightly smaller than that of a frigate.
- Chompies!: These are a strange form of grenade like explosive, with an odd series of detentio options, ranging from a timer to the seemingly ornamental jaw like sections clamping down on a foe. The explosive damage that these can yield is on the higher end for these weapons, with the added benefit of also functioning as an EMP.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
In social settings, Minxi is unpredictable but magnetic, the type of person who drags a crowd into her orbit whether they want to be there or not. She thrives in chaos, feeding off noise and movement, often making a spectacle of herself by turning even mundane gatherings into rowdy "events." Strangers are both drawn to and wary of her—her sharp grin and untamed energy promise amusement, but also the risk of danger if her mood tips. She is fiercely dismissive of rules or authority figures in these environments, seeing them as suffocating constraints that threaten her freedom. To Minxi, laughter, spectacle, and reckless indulgence aren't just entertainment—they're acts of rebellion, small detonations against a galaxy that once tried to cage her. Yet beneath the bravado, she shows flashes of empathy: a tendency to protect misfits and outsiders, as if she sees in them a reflection of the restless, defiant child she once was.
In combat, Minxi becomes a storm of erratic brilliance. She wields her weapons with the same energy she brings to social life—wild, explosive, and unpredictable. Plans rarely survive first contact with her; she thrives on improvisation, turning the battlefield into a stage for her destructive artistry. Entire structures may collapse just for the thrill of seeing the blaze, and her enemies are often too unsettled by her manic unpredictability to anticipate her next move. Still, she's not without discipline. Her years of tinkering and experimentation gave her an intuitive grasp of explosives and ballistics, and when she truly focuses, she can engineer traps and chain reactions that devastate entire squads. But if she loses interest mid-battle, she might wander off-script, turning her allies' carefully laid plans into smoldering ruins.
Outside of conflict, Minxi's casual life is just as contradictory. She spends hours dismantling weapons, sketching crude schematics, and building bizarre devices that may or may not work as intended. When relaxed, she often lounges in unorthodox positions—dangling upside down from scaffolding, sprawled on crates, or perched atop dangerous heights—always fidgeting with tools or ammunition. Though her antics seem careless, they mask her constant undercurrent of anxiety. Having been hunted since childhood, Minxi harbors a deep phobia of confinement—locked doors, cages, or even crowded enclosed rooms can send her into violent panic. Likewise, she believes that stillness and stagnation are a kind of death, and so she's always in motion, always chasing the next "spark" of chaos or creation. At her core, Minxi is propelled by the belief that destruction can be just as much an act of freedom and beauty as creation—an outlook that makes her both an invaluable ally and a dangerous liability.
STRENGTHS
Weapons Expert: Minxi has spent countless hours dismantling, rebuilding, and experimenting with nearly every kind of weapon she could get her hands on. From precision blaster pistols to unwieldy missile launchers, she not only knows how to fire them effectively but understands their inner workings well enough to push them beyond their intended limits. Whether it's jury-rigging a malfunctioning rifle mid-battle or turning mining charges into deadly traps, Minxi can take just about anything and turn it into a weapon of destruction.
Unpredictability: Chaos follows wherever Minxi goes, because she thrives on doing the unexpected. Her mind doesn't follow conventional patterns, making her impossible to fully anticipate in combat or in social encounters. One moment she might stride directly through enemy fire with a grin plastered on her face, the next she's riding a live missile into a fortified stronghold as if it were a parade float. This erratic nature keeps foes—and sometimes allies—constantly off balance.
Down With Bad Laws!: Minxi harbors a deep hatred for restrictive authority and oppressive systems. To her, governments and politicians are parasites that suffocate freedom with meaningless laws. She has made it her personal mission to fight back through her own brand of chaotic rebellion—broadcasting her ideals in the middle of battles, scrawling messages across ruined walls, or blasting propaganda through hacked comms. Though her methods are reckless and often destructive, she believes she is championing the people's right to live unshackled—even if her allies (and plenty of civilians) end up caught in the blast radius.
Hyperactive Much?: A rare genetic quirk has left Minxi with seemingly bottomless reserves of energy, fueling her reckless lifestyle and giving her a near-constant rush of adrenaline. This hyperactivity makes her fast, relentless, and able to keep moving long after most would collapse from exhaustion. In battle, this translates to a whirlwind of gunfire and explosions, a storm of motion and violence that never seems to burn out. For Minxi, stillness is unbearable, and only chaos seems to satisfy her unending need for stimulation.
WEAKNESSES
Insanity: Minxi's mind is a whirlwind of chaos, and most would classify her as utterly unstable. Her erratic behavior makes her just as dangerous to her allies as she is to her enemies. Few are willing to work alongside her, knowing full well that a "reward" for a successful mission might just be a surprise explosion or a dangerous stunt done purely for her amusement. While her madness fuels her creativity and unpredictability, it also isolates her, leaving most people wary of her volatile presence.
Bored Speed-Filled Mind: Patience is not one of Minxi's virtues. When situations drag on too long or lack excitement, her attention drifts almost instantly. Instead of listening to briefings, she'll tinker with her weapons, doodle new explosive designs, or drift into memories of past firework-filled mayhem. She has little tolerance for anything "standard" or ordinary—especially when it comes to weaponry. Standard-issue blasters bore her to the point of disdain, and she outright refuses to use them unless absolutely forced. This restless nature often makes her unreliable in structured settings, where discipline and focus are essential.
The Party's Over: Few things infuriate Minxi more than having her fun cut short. Whether it's running out of ammunition, losing access to her explosive stockpile, or being shut down by authorities, she reacts poorly when her chaos is interrupted. Arrests, in particular, seem to spark a cycle she can't escape—captured, broken out, and captured again, leaving a trail of destruction on each world she visits. When denied the chance to indulge her violent celebrations, Minxi grows volatile, reckless, and prone to lashing out in dangerous ways, creating even bigger problems for herself and anyone unlucky enough to be nearby.
HISTORY
Minxi was born on Mandalore, and from the very beginning she seemed wired differently from other children. Her boundless energy left her family exhausted, as she was forever darting into abandoned workshops, climbing into restricted zones, or tearing apart household devices just to see how they worked. When something caught her attention, her focus became razor-sharp, her hands working with startling precision for a girl so young. By the age of ten, Minxi had progressed from dismantling toys to experimenting with scrap circuitry and discarded munitions. It was this curiosity that led her to assemble her first makeshift explosive—a crude but devastating little device with a trigger system only she could understand.
Her family, both frightened and astonished, alerted the local authorities when they discovered her growing stockpile of "toys." Officials moved quickly, arresting Minxi for possession of what they deemed a high-level explosive device. They believed they had caged a reckless child. But the holding cell proved no match for her ingenuity. Using smuggled components and sheer audacity, she escaped custody before the week was over, leaving nothing behind but scorch marks on the cell door and humiliated guards.
For the next three years, Minxi lived as a fugitive. She darted through back alleys, raided supply depots, and financed her freedom through increasingly brazen heists. Wherever she went, she left behind her notorious "parties." These weren't gatherings in the traditional sense but frenzied explosions of chaos masquerading as celebration. One such party began with fireworks stolen from a festival—except Minxi rigged them to blast through the mayor's mansion, sending the structure crumbling while she danced barefoot in the embers. Another saw her hijacking a music system in a crowded market square, blaring music at deafening levels while she set off smoke bombs and detonated charges in perfect sync with the beat, reducing stalls to rubble while laughing with wild exhilaration. At her most infamous, she lured Mandalore's enforcement division into a trap by advertising a "midnight rave" in an abandoned factory; the night ended in a symphony of collapsing steel beams and a fire that burned for three days. Casualties were written off as tragic accidents, but those who knew her name whispered that she had orchestrated it all.
By eighteen, the law had closed in on her too tightly to ignore. With only moments to spare before her arrest, Minxi slipped onto a departing freighter and vanished off-world. From then on, her life fell into a pattern: arrive on some unsuspecting planet, indulge in unrestrained destruction disguised as revelry, and disappear before the authorities could pin her down. Her talents in explosives, weapon crafting, and sheer improvisation made her a valuable demolitions expert to mercenary crews and rebel cells alike. But her erratic nature—her tendency to ignore plans, to make herself the center of attention, or to level an entire block simply because it "felt right"—made her as dangerous to her allies as to her enemies.
For Minxi, every explosion is more than violence—it is expression, freedom, and art. And wherever she goes, her "parties" leave only firelit ruins and stories too wild to be believed.
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