Can't Heal Her Own Heart
| Alias | TBA |
| Class(es) | Civilian [GA] |
| Birthplace | Arkania |
| Age | 25 |
| MBTI Type | ENFJ |
| Big Five Type | REOGD |
| Vices | Pride Avarice Lust |
| Virtues | Diligence Fraternal Charity |
| Rank(s) | Civilian; Padawan Learner |
| Faction(s) | The Galactic Alliance | New Jedi Order |
| Species | Arkanian |
| Languages | Galactic Basic, Arkanian |
| Gender | Female |
| Force Sensitive | Force Sensitive |
| Character Alignment | Chaotic Neutral |
| Height | 5'6 |
| Weight | 117 lbs |
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Under the Galactic Alliance, Arkania had to be a lot more... tame... in how its proud people conducted their scientific business. And yet, a culture of perfectionism, pride, and elitism remained. Two rich Arkanian doctors, Acacius and Avalyn Astrapi, had a child named Olaya. This child, they would groom into their heir and vessel for further success. She was not her own, but an object of her parents' will. Obviously, this meant the poor girl was in for a bad childhood...
Olaya Astrapi was expected to be a prodigy, even amongst other Arkanians. Only the highest grades were expected of her, she was shoved into every extracurricular course her parents deemed fit, and she was always to be on her best behavior. Ridiculed and humiliated for physical blemishes and harshly scorned for stepping outside her family's wishes. To say that the young girl was stressed was an understatement. Barred from a normal childhood, she worked endlessly to check all of the boxes on her parents' lists, only to somehow fail every time. Despite earning grand grades, performing well, and sacrificing physical and mental health for achievements, she was always lectured and punished... Thinly starved though not malnourished, forced to stand outside in the Arkanian winter, sleeping on a solid metal floor. She was treated like a prisoner by her flesh and blood, only finding purpose in her achievements and the praise she gleaned from her parents in public.
Still, they dangled the carrot of approval in front of her face, only to yank it away and set the next goal post. She struggled with her schooling due to being sleep deprived and hungry, but managed to graduate before immediately hopping into college. She went for the same degree as her mother, opting to become a doctor. She learned through these courses that Arkanians were not so different from other species, but she still embraced Arkanian Purism. She at least, as an Arkanian, was better than somebody, and spewing Purist words always made her mother happy. She was turning into her family's little monster.
Beautiful, with a desirable figure, and willing to use it. Extroverted and charismatic, yet manipulative and cunning. She was popular and beloved by the masses, but her bottomless pit was never full. Petty, dramatic, and vengeful. If she was not adored, her haters would be punished. Olaya Astrapi was a mistress like her mother, and her parents would have it no other way.
After graduating, she would become a doctor. Living a high end life working in Arkanian hospitals, she was soon renown for her skill and dedication as a doctor. When not working long shifts caring for patients, she was out at night partying and living it up. She was desperate to feel loved, but that longing had been twisted and mutilated by her parents into attention seeking, histrionic behavior. She never found was she sought, at both work and play, and it only made her condition worse. Despite being a doctor, she could not heal her own heart.
Eventually, a strange opportunity showed itself. The Galactic Alliance was entering a war with the Mandalorian Enclave, and they needed medics to aid their wounded soldiers. Olaya's compassionate side was touched by the images of war she saw, and she immediately signed up to become an on-field medic... Only for a short time, of course! Her family still needed her back home after all... but everything would change when, by chance, a Jedi would discover a secret her family had hidden from them. Olaya was, in fact, Force Sensitive. And suddenly, she had a chance to choose a new path.
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"Boys, gawk all you like! I'm not shy!"
A gorgeous Arkanian woman, Olaya Astropi has pale skin and white eyes without pupils. She has four fingers instead of five per hand. Her hair is long and well cared for, long and flowing with bounce. She tends to wear makeup to improve her snow white complexion. She nearly always can be seen wearing a whitecoat, even off duty. She always tries her best to look fashionable and attractive, not afraid to show off her naturally curvy body. Meanwhile, she still balances her beauty with professionalism. As a doctor, she always ties her hair back and wears more modest, businesslike clothes. She takes care to dress for her role and walks in without any form of slobbishness or lack of discipline. She is poised, professional, and competent.
"I am Doctor Astrapi. Fill me in on the patient's condition now."
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Licensed Doctor
Biologist & Geneticist
Genius IQ
Adamantine Will
Tanky Punching Bag
Compassionate
Hard Worker
Dedicated
Social
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Dramatic
Histrionic
Attention Seeker
Cold Childhood
Dedicated To A Fault
Insecure
Stubborn
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Current Conditions:
Past Conditions:
- Narcissistic and histrionic tendencies and behaviors.
- Childhood malnourishment.
Cybernetics/ Implants:
- None.
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Weapons:
- Melee:
- Ranged:
Medical Equipment:
- LifeScan Pro.
- Bacta Applicator.
- EBS-50 Medical Fluids Synthesizer.
- ERI-20 Medical Respirator.
- All Purpose Medical Shield.
- Type-2 Bacta Spray.
- MultiPurpose Aerosol Vaccine [Self injected.]
- I71A Blackwing Vaccine [Self injected.]
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