Pirate
Rixa Vey
| Age | 32 |
| Alias | Strayfire/Red Rixa |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Female |
| Force Sensitive | No |
| Home | The Wayward Star |
| Height | 1.7m |
| Weight | 60 Kg |
| Hair Color | White |
| Eye Color | Blue |
| Distinctive features | Scars and tattoos |
| Writer | Raziel |
Rixa grew up on a fringe mining world where her parents ran a small operation. They disappeared during a pirate raid when she was a teenager, and she was taken by the raiders themselves.
They expected to break her or mould her into a follower, but she adapted instead, learning their trade faster than they liked. She rose in their ranks until she discovered that the same crew had not killed her parents, but sold them into labour contracts offworld. The betrayal cut deep.
It is not known exactly what followed. The pirate gang dissolved after half of their fleet exploded whilst moored at a pirate outpost. Rica was long gone.
She bounced from crew to crew across the Outer Rim, trying to find a place she belonged. Every group she joined seemed to collapse in violence or treachery. Sometimes she caused it. Sometimes she survived it. Often both.
The worst blow came from the only crew she ever loved like family. They mutinied at gunpoint, leaving her marooned on a dying moon with only a pistol and a broken comm. They claimed she was too dangerous and unpredictable.
She escaped with the help of a scavenger she later recruited as her first crew member. She stole the vessel The Azimuth from a rogue trader and renamed it The Wayward Star.
Now she small jobs. Smuggling. Heists. Shipboard raids. The occasional assassination. Anything that keeps the credits flowing and the past at a comfortable distance.
Appearance:
Rixa cuts a lean, hardened figure, wiry rather than bulky, with a body that speaks of old fights survived more through stubbornness than skill. Her hair is a sharp white-blonde undercut that she trims with a vibroblade and zero forethought.
Tattoos coil across her right arm in floral and wave patterns that do not match her personality at all, mostly because she got them during one of the rare hopeful chapters of her life.
Her face is intense: bright eyes that laugh too quickly before going cold, scars at the brow and temple, earrings in mismatched pairs.
Her clothing is a mix of practical kit and theatrical flair: long red scarf, sleeveless coat, tight trousers, rough gloves, boots fit for boarding actions.
She keeps her heavy handcannon at one hip and a vibroblade at the other.
Personality:
Sarcastic, bitter, and sharp as a vibroblade. Rixa makes a joke out of every dangerous situation.
She has trust issues of the catastrophic kind. If someone says they care about her, she gets suspicious. If someone proves they care, she gets angry. If someone betrays her, it merely confirms her worldview.
She protects her crew because she has lost too many people already. She will die for them before she admits she likes them.
Rixa drinks too much, sleeps too little, and never stops moving.
Skills and Strengths:
• Expert gunslinger with uncanny reflexes.
• Excellent pilot, especially in tight spaces or chaotic battlefields.
• Highly adaptive fighter who cheats without shame.
• Clever tactician when she chooses to be, though usually she improvises.
• Can read people unusually well, though she pretends otherwise.
• Remarkably resistant to fear, occasionally to a self-destructive degree.
Flaws and Weaknesses:
• Severe abandonment trauma that colours every relationship.
• Prone to reckless decisions when emotionally cornered.
• Drinks to avoid thinking about her past.
• Cannot stand silence or stillness.
• Overly protective of her crew in ways that sometimes endanger them.
• A bad judge of trust, oscillating between naive hope and paranoid mistrust.
EQUIPMENT:
Armor
Ship
Hand cannon
Compact Repeater
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