Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
NAME: Oeden Vaasic - pronounced Eh-den VAH-zic. AKA Oeddie.
FACTION: None yet.
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female.
HEIGHT: 6'0''
WEIGHT: 180 lbs.
EYES: Blue.
HAIR: Blonde.
SKIN: White.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not even a little bit.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Oeddie is a relatively calm, collected individual, with a few glaring exeptions. She tends towards introspection and a zen-like acceptance, for good or ill, of everything that happens to and around her. She can speak Basic and Mandalorian fluently, although a lack of any formal education means that she can read and write enough Basic to get by- she can manage ship consoles and basic instructions, but is functionally illiterate. She's big and strong and fast, and a few years of experience on top of some rudimentary lessons from her brothers have made her a reasonably capable street brawler. Nothing fancy, no high-falutin' techniques, just the ability to know when and how hard and where to hit someone, and when to grab the nearest blunt object and use that instead. She has a knack for human and nonhuman anatomy, and if she ever does learn to read she'll either make a decent medic or a terrifying torturer. She's already fairly well practiced in first aid and minor self-care- she can clean and bandage minor wounds and is confident in her ability to stitch up small cuts without infection, although she does know that anything more than that requires a more professional hand. She does sometimes have a problem with actually identifying when an injury is beyond her ability to tough it out, though.
She's a good shot- not dazzling, but reliable, and her aim translates both to small and heavy arms. She has not been taught to use knives or blades of any kind, and isn't comfortable handling weapons she hasn't used or been taught how to use in an actual fight. Oeddie isn't the gullible type, but she has a huge blind spot for anyone who helps her or is remotely kind to her, and she tends to defer to the judgement of other people. She's uncomfortable with being on her own and she's extremely uncomfortable being in charge of someone else, preferring instead to follow. She's willing to take a lot of physical and verbal abuse from whoever it is she is following, and she really isn't too picky about who she'll fall in line for. She has no problem with leaving a person or group behind, although conditions have to be pretty bad for her to do so. Of course, if her situation gets to be that awful, she tends to snap. Violently and relentlessly.
There isn't much that tends to set her off, but it's not always clear what does. She's been a slave and she's come to accept that slavery exists, even has some sort of twisted understanding that it can be necessary, although being around or talking about any form of sexual slavery puts her teeth on edge. She hates when kids are enslaved, although that's not quite a beserk button for her, either. Mostly it's certain situations- a kid in chains crying out, maybe certain smells or sounds, an odd juxtaposition of phrases and lighting. She does usually stop herself short of actually beating people to death, but not always. It does make her feel guilty- but not guilty enough to turn herself in, or stop herself. They usually deserve it, she tells herself. And when bad things happen to her, well, she usually deserves that too. She feels like it creates a sense of balance, counterpoint to the fact that sometimes she happens to other people.
She's not agoraphobic, just introverted. Large crowds deeply unsettle her and prolongued eye contact gives her the heebie jeebies. Oeddie prefers to be left alone, and tends to view any personal contact initiated by someone else to be intruding on her personal space. Being ordered around does give her a comfortable buffer when interacting with other people, though.
SHIP:
Not currently.
BIOGRAPHY:
Oeden Vaasic was the fourth and youngest child of Jorus and Kelda Vaasic. Kelda died when Oeden was very young, although the memories she has of her mother are very fond. Oeden's parents tried to raise their kids right- various family emergencies and minor disasters cut a small group of Mandalorians from the rest of their clan two generations before the Vaasics had their kids, and by the time Oeden was born the only part of their culture that had survived intact was the language. Rites and rituals, codes and bylaws, everything was cobbled together from guesswork and distant third- and fourth-hand memories. Oeden does not really consider herself Mandalorian, and does not acknowledge her heritage, even to the point where she will really only speak Mandalorian if she's pretty sure the Mandalorian she's speaking to really doesn't understand a word of Basic.
Oeden's relationship with her father and two eldest brothers was amicable, although none of them were ever particularly close. Their personalities were just too different- they loved each other fiercely, but never really seemed to have much in common with one another. Oeden's relationship with her youngest brother- four years her senior- was quietly abusive. He left marks, but never permanent ones, and sometimes he could be cruel enough that Oeden would obsess over his words for days. Despite that, Oeden would probably say that he was the brother she had the best relationship with- they had more in common, they talked more, and he could be supportive and affectionate at times.
Oeden's father died when she was twelve, which took a huge toll on the family. Her older brothers started getting involved in shady characters and dubious schemes, and even though they always started out with good intentions it never seemed to pan out the way they planned. By the time Oeden was fourteen the siblings were in massive amounts of debt, and they were dangerously close to having bounties put on their heads by various loan sharks and local crime lords. It was at that point that her youngest brother, Gonatha, came to her with a proposition. If they sold her to one of the loan sharks they owed money to, not only would it settle their debt with that particular organization, but they would get enough credits that they could pay a little to the other people they owed money to, and buy some time.
Oeden didn't ask how long it would be before her brothers bought her back. She didn't want her brothers to die, and she was savvy enough to figure out that even if they meant to scrounge up the money, they'd somehow never make it. Perian and Aranes promised to buy her back, anyway, which she thought was sweet. Gonatha said nothing, just squeezed her arm tight enough to leave bruises that lasted for days, and Oeden appreciated that a little more. She didn't mind that it hurt- she realized it might be the last time she saw him alive.
Oeden was a slave for five years, trading hands three times over the first two years of it. She picked up skills here and there, although most of what she did was menial labor. At sixteen her final owner figured that someone her size might be pretty handy in a fight. Sometimes she fought in duels- usually rigged by the owners, but not always- and sometimes she was put to work as an enforcer, making sure people who owed money were cowed into paying it back. The irony of her situation did not escape her.
Her owner- a human named Harrad Jeel who owned dozens of other slaves- was an exceptionally vindictive person and treated his slaves terribly. For the most part, Oeden just lived day by day. Even now, over three years later, she has no idea what it is that set her off. It was just another day, another new batch of slaves, young and small and soft, huddled together with bare feet and bruised mouths. It was just another day, and for some reason Oeden wrapped her hands around a blunt object and backed Harrad into a corner, and when she saw he was unarmed she used the butt of the weapon to turn the old man's face into an unrecognizable red slush. She stuck around long enough to make sure the younger slaves got out of there before she picked a direction and started walking. Most of the blood was gone by the time she was a neighborhood away, and by the time people started to notice the murder she was already at a spacedock, wheedling her way onto a ship for a ride to their next stop.
She's drifted, for the most part- she'll take odd jobs here or there, whether it be pushing a mop or doing dishes for a few days or breaking into homes and stealing electronics at the behest of whoever's looking out for her at the time. These relationships don't tend to last more than a few months at the most, due to her unpredictable bouts of violent rage. Once a partner or boss witnesses- or is the recipient of- one of these outbursts, they tend to cut her loose out of mistrust. She's starting to wonder if maybe she should re-evaluate her lifestyle choices.
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