Old School Sci-Fi/Fantasy Fan and EU Devotee!
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(WIP)
Name: Ralk Zikri Nay'kos
Homeworld: Faro - desert/savannah world of an eclectic population of mostly Humans, Duros, Neimoidians and Cereans. (There was no worldbuilding for this one, so I made something up.)
Faction: None at the moment.
Rank: N/A
Species: Bothan
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Languages: Fluent: Basic, Duros, Cerean, Huttese, Ithor
Conversational: Neimoidian, Kel Dor
Comprehension only: Binary
Height: 5'0
Weight: 100 lbs.
Build: Slim and petite, with only the smallest amount of musculature beneath the fur on her limbs. Stronger than she looks, even despite her intellectual proclivities and occasional laziness.
Eye color: Purple
Hair color: White - either short and unkempt or shoulder length and tied in a ponytail.
Fur color: White - albinism.
Distinguishing Features: Albinism in general, as well as the rare eye color of purple, a hallmark of albinism that is itself rare. Otherwise, this Bothan appears lost in her thoughts and perhaps more sullen than most people her age tend to be, as though she has aged immensely beyond her young years.
Force Sensitivity: No
Occupation: Combat medic and thief.
Strengths:
To The Stars: A childhood hobby in astronomy has its uses many years later! Navigation by star is easy enough when you have a reliable memory as well as the most updated Galactic Maps. Whether onworld or offworld, anyone with in-depth astronomical skills can navigate effectively, rarely getting lost on any known worlds or in the mapped Galaxy.
Scientific/Medical Prodigy: A brilliant intellect in studies of anatomical and physiological facts across dozens upon dozens of species, despite her being so young, combined with above average marks in organic chemistry and mathematics have left this young woman with systemwide fame as a result of her scores. Something that, while she's good at, she wants nothing to do with. That fame led to her best friend's death when a Hutt's criminal underlings tried to use threats to exploit her skill set, and they accidentally killed her childhood friend. She still hasn't recovered from this loss or sought any form of professional work since.
Calm Under Duress: The same stoic resolve that led this Bothan to earn high and impressive marks on her schooling and University work also lends itself to combat situations - an unnatural calm fall over her, partially based on her serious nature and partially due to past trauma, enabling Ralk to work both swiftly and precisely no matter what else may be going on around her.
Chemical and Anatomical Combat: The knowledge used to heal can also be used to harm. Physiological and chemical know-how can be used and exploited to inflict even deadlier and more effective injuries against any foes she might come across.
Weaknesses:
Intense Greed: This weakness borders on the impulsive - sometimes, when either wanting something intensely or else when wronged by another, this Bothan will go out of her way to rob either for desire or vengefully, either keeping the object of taking a foe's item merely to break or sell it on the black market.
Self doubt: When doing anything BUT working medically, stealing, researching, making medicine or fighting, this unusual prodigy can't help but constantly question herself, hesitating to analyze every possible thing that COULD go wrong or every facet of how something must work before acting. This tends to feed back into depressive cycles of inactivity and isolation.
PTSD: Some horrors can never be forgotten. In Ralk's case, the death of her childhood friend, a Sakiyan named Holv Latmus, at the hands of the Weequay thugs who slashed his throat (accidentally while tripping, if that can be believed) in an heavily botched effort to intimidate the Bothan into going along with them has left her hurting ever since.
Speciesism: An intense hatred of Weequay and Hutts has haunted her heart and mind ever since the accidental death of her childhood best friend, and nothing has been able to sooth that rage ever since.
Appearance: The Bothan stood restlessly at the food kiosk, clad in ill-fitting black clothing that hung loose around her figure, almost as though everything were a size too large for her. Her fur was striking: she was pale as the snow, and her shoulder length, flowing hair matched, giving her an otherworldly, almost spectral appearance in those baggy clothes of hers. A boyish (yet still feminine) physique, barely curved, slim and petite, could be glimpsed beneath her clothes as she adjusted her position, leaning towards the kiosk to speak to the Gran cook with impatience, if one had to judge by the look in her eyes and a pronounced frown. Those eyes were a brilliant purple, a lesser-known calling card of albinism. Her slim features shifted forward closer still to the kiosk and her face looked rather sour as she rubbed a hand over her goatee of a beard, a common trait on both males and female of the species, and she glowered distastefully at the cook as he handed her the wrong order, causing those beautiful eyes to roll in annoyance.
Biography: The adopted daughter (who was allowed to keep her Bothan name) of the Corellian-born Faro senator had so much going for her early in life. A shy, quiet and avid reader of holonovels, she was proficient in mathematics and science, and by her second year in elementary schooling, her above average talents were noticed, and she was placed into a special educational curriculum for Proficient Youth. Her own human Father recognized her abilities and sought to augment them further by instilling her with a politician's diplomacy, persuasiveness and ruthless negotiation tactics, with moderate amounts of success over the years, to make her into a very well-rounded young woman.
Deep down, though, poor Ralk was just lonely and, while she loved to learn, she just wanted a friend to play with and pass the time with her playing games, enjoying astronomy by moonlight and reading holonovels on the weekends when she wasn't either caught up in schooling or traveling offworld with her adopted dad. Her peers ignored her at best or systematically isolated her via their cliques and popular vanity contests, at worst.
Years went by, and when she was thirteen, the best thing EVER happened: Ralk made an honest-to-goodness, Force-Blessed FRIEND!
Her new friend was a Sakiyan who was just as pale and lonely as she was, with an even bigger brain then she had, though the two were very much intellectual equals. The stars were their guides on camping trips into the savannah nights, and their holonovels took them on every adventure they could imagine and more, all together over many happy years. Over the years, Holv the Sakiyan encouraged her to follow her obscure interests, and this led Ralk discovering an intense proficiency in organic chemistry, medicine and life sciences! Her educational curriculum caught onto this latest development and, coupled with her newfound interests and intense intellectual ability, and with her dad's money and Holv's support, Ralk found herself eager to enter University on Coruscant upon graduation.
It was perfectly convenient, of course - her Dad being the Senator of Faro for the Galactic Alliance enable her easy passage to Coruscant, and, best of all, Holv was able to accompany her with his parents' permission. The years at University were not as brightly lit as the two had hoped - there the students were as callous and uncaring about knowledge and truth as they had been even on Faro, and, while despair struck at their hearts occasionally, the two constantly had each other, even despite the laughter and stupidity of their peers. Months before they two were to graduate with their respective medical and philosophical degrees, a sudden twist of fate ensued that a deep darkness entered Ralk's life, forever changing her path for the worse...
Upon trying to board a shuttle for home, two wannabe Hutt gangsters, both Weequay slicers, forced their way onto the platform as the shuttle was boarding; they knew exactly who their target was. Blasterfire rang out and scattered the crowd, and Holv was held as vibroknifepoint as the fatter Weequay issued a demand of the screaming Bothan. The younger, smaller Weequay attempted to step back... Only to step off the boarding platform entirely. The vibroknife did its work, slashing poor Holv across his throat; as his lifeblood left him, he too stumbled, vanishing over the side after his screaming accomplice, both the victims of one idiot's stupidity... A snarling Muttani Coruscant Security Force Officer shot the fatter Weequay as he made an attempt to punch out the wailing, distraught Bothan.
Something changed for the worse when Ralk's only friend died and after she graduated early as one of the most promising prodigies in recent history, and even despite a few months of a succesful medical career's beginning on Coruscant. Her depression increased tenfold, and, against her Father's wishes to come back to Faro, she fled Coruscant entirely and has been on the run ever since.
In a Galaxy of quadrillions upon quadrillions, how can anyone hope to find one who is so utterly alone?
Alignment: Neutral
Voice Example: Angourie Rice
Equipment: Datapad, C1-Series comlink, spare clothing,
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