Glade
Starleaves n Stimcafs
NAME: Glade (Natoline Kerrigan), (Formerly: Natol'ine Uos)
FACTION: Rogue Protocol | Darkwire | SJC
RANK: Spellweaver
SPECIES: Kiffar.
AGE: Late 20's / Early 30's
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5ft 7, something tall.
WEIGHT: 128 Pounds
EYES: Midnight Blue
HAIR: Jet Black
SKIN: Pale White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Contents:
Page 1, Past Bio
Page 2, Current Bio - Threads
Page 3, Items, and Force Powers
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Weaknesses:
- Twice broken back, won't walk again.
- Lost what made her strong, speed, agility, she has to find what that means to her and will be weaker till she does.
- Isn't very physically strong at all, her frame is petite, she'll likely always be a bit on the fragile side, more so now.
- Collects and hordes memories of those passed or old times, these overload her and attach her to things much more than before.
- Addicted to Stims and doesn't sleep much.
Strengths:
- Command of the wind. Other elemental control or survival skills might develop.
- Like some of her race, she can read the memories from inanimate objects.
- Without the use of her physical body as much, she will start to develop her already strong mental techniques further.
- Has had to start to rely just on herself, will become highly self-reliant, this will develop as time goes on.
A shared HWK-290 called the Ambiguous Statement. It has four crew members that all call it home. It's a very old ship, and has seen several patchwork upgrades to put it more in line with modern-day ships in terms of performance. However she's falling to bits, there is no two ways about it, put one bulkhead right and the next seems to buckle. The statement has been her home for about 6 months now since they've been on the run, but its cramped and she can't wait to touch down at the next planet to stretch her legs whenever she can.
Very Early Biography
Nato, always the first to make a joke, could charm anyone—if they could stand her irritating habits. Beneath her wit lies a longing for the family she never truly had. Her childhood, happy in hindsight, was marked by emotional distance. As a Jedi, her family and community kept her at arm's length, pushing her to be more than she wanted. That need for approval still lingers.
On Kifu, she was finally ready for her first qukuuf tattoo. She had avoided the traditional markings, enjoying the attention of being one of the few Kiffar without facial tattoos.
Often in trouble with local authorities, many saw her as a thief. In truth, she hated to see memories fade. Gifted with the ability to read memories from objects, she felt responsible for preserving those fragments of time—though few understood her obsession.
Nato longed for home, but before returning, she took one last trip to visit her dying uncle. After his passing, she set out alone, stopping at places that reminded her of better days. Then disaster struck—her transport was attacked. She remembers chaos, screams, and a sharp sting before everything went black.
When she awoke, her world had changed. Only four others had survived, and a crystal was embedded in her chest. Kei, her new captain, called it a lightsaber crystal, but she just wanted it out. Every doctor failed, every port brought new bounty hunters. Maybe she was Force-sensitive, but she'd wait to hear that from someone she trusted.
Chapter 2
Natoline's life turned tragic. She found a loving mother and family who accepted her despite her injuries, illness, and eccentricities. They trained her, even fighting against a crime syndicate and the cruel father figure behind it.
But she threw it all away, why, she barely remembers. The fallout destroyed her life and shamed her family. Reinjured in the aftermath, she was left in a hoverchair and battling a debilitating illness.
Her social anxiety worsened, but her Force abilities grew dangerously strong. She often isolates herself with wild forest tribes, avoiding people. Still an artist at heart, she preserves memories for others and finds solace in museums.
Though her future is uncertain, her band gained a small cult following. She learned herbal remedies to manage her condition and found freedom in flight. Yet the highs never last, depression always finds her again.
Chapter 3
This chapter is brighter but alas shorter. Travelling with her band brought joy and adrenaline. Flying, drumming, and using the Force gave her a rush she could hardly resist. She found fleeting peace, though her past still haunted her. Artist, explorer, mischief-maker—she drifted through life in her hoverchair, chasing meaning and motion.
Chapter 4
The band broke up, and the lights faded. Visiting her mother's homeworld to say goodbye brought sorrow but also solace. She wished she'd taken the chance while her mum was alive but, something happened there, almost like Sio had heard her words.
Debt piled up on Denon as she searched for her three daughters. Freelancing again, she reconnected with Darkwire, a slicer named Sickle, and an info broker called Chronicle.
Now broke, ill, and addicted to danger and stims, Nato is burning out. Her memory vaults are under threat, and she's hiding from the corporations she's crossed—and from her own mistakes.
Chapter 5
Rogue Protocol, to come!
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