Sarah Allure
Character
NAME: Sarah Allure
FACTION: Factionless
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.70 Meters
WEIGHT: 61 Kilograms
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not Force Sensitive
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
First and foremost, Sarah is a soldier. With the perfect balance of training, loyalty, and sense of duty, she is one of the most dedicated there is. In any sort of ranged combat, she will likely win. Give her the gun, she will shoot. This can be seen as both a strength and a weakness. The drawbacks of being that perfect soldier, however, come when you get to know Sarah personally. Her insecurity, resentment of her heritage, and lack of a cause to rally behind sort of put her skills under the "unused" category. She finds it hard to connect with people because of this, and in her head she always doubts herself socially. In a firefight you'll want her on your side, but in a social setting... she may not be the best "+1". Her dispassionate feelings for her Mandalorian roots are most visible in her armor choice, which is unorthodox for someone of her background.
APPEARANCE:
Sarah is very physically fit, as seen in her slim, strong build. Her hair is always kept back in a ponytail, save for her loose bangs. She sports slightly longer legs than usual, giving her a longer stride and an overall smaller number of steps when covering distance on foot. While her features are strong and experienced, there is an underlying tone of the beauty of youth. (Her voice in a soundclip)
BIOGRAPHY:
An illegitimate child to two Mandalorians of Clan Vizsla, Sarah was quickly abandoned by her parents just before they fled to the Galactic South for some contract they would never return from. Alone on Concord Dawn, Sarah took up the last name 'Allure', ashamed of her parents and partially resenting her heritage. She tried many different things on her own, ranging from farming to mechanics as she took up and dropped apprenticeships as she grew up. However, she couldn't escape her ancestry; the only thing she seemed to be good at was combat, and from a young age that became her primary focus. She lived in Kyanajin, and was isolated thoroughly in her training and studies, only receiving formal teaching from visiting warriors that only stayed in the mountains for short amounts of time.
For a long time, Sarah's skill was lacking. She could only scrape by, desperately saving for a one-way trip to Mandalore for more advanced training. That was no easy task in the small village of Kyanajin, but after a while she earned enough to go. Once Sarah arrived on Mandalore, she worked her way around each of the warriors she encountered, picking up skills from each one as she went. Soon, her natural ability bloomed and teachers began seeking her out, the word-of-mouth being that she was being molded into the perfect Mandalorian warrior.
Eventually that word-of-mouth would be put to the test, to determine if she had become what everyone thought she was. Residing in a small, remote village where she could practice unhampered by the restrictions of a large city, Sarah was approached one day by an older man, who wore the symbol of Clan Vizsla on his armor. The man challenged her to combat to the death. Sarah, confused by the severity of the challenge, but nonetheless thrilled for a chance to prove herself, accepted. A tense battle ensued, and after a long battle between the two, an end appeared near. Sarah had the upper hand, and in one swift string of shots she ended it - or could have. The two combatants had gotten to a close quarters situation, and Sarah had knocked away the old man's weapons and destroyed his armor with several hard blows. Through the man's shattered helmet, Sarah recognized him. It was her father, who the man claimed to be once Sarah had him defenseless in her sights. Through all of the feelings of pain, resent, and shame, one thought kept her from killing the surrendering man as he ran in fear like the coward he was.
I'm no monster.
INVENTORY:
.48 Caliber Enforcer Pistol, Suppressed KTEC 20GX Slugthrower Carbine, KTEC 20XX Slugthrower Sniper (UNAPPROVED), DC-19 Carbine
Thermal Detonator (x3), Ion Grenade (x3), Flash Grenade (x3), EMP Grenade (x3)
KTEC Custom Armor, Personal Datapad (with touch sensitive hologram display & ISAC, her digital assistant.)
SHIP:
FACTION: Factionless
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.70 Meters
WEIGHT: 61 Kilograms
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not Force Sensitive
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
First and foremost, Sarah is a soldier. With the perfect balance of training, loyalty, and sense of duty, she is one of the most dedicated there is. In any sort of ranged combat, she will likely win. Give her the gun, she will shoot. This can be seen as both a strength and a weakness. The drawbacks of being that perfect soldier, however, come when you get to know Sarah personally. Her insecurity, resentment of her heritage, and lack of a cause to rally behind sort of put her skills under the "unused" category. She finds it hard to connect with people because of this, and in her head she always doubts herself socially. In a firefight you'll want her on your side, but in a social setting... she may not be the best "+1". Her dispassionate feelings for her Mandalorian roots are most visible in her armor choice, which is unorthodox for someone of her background.
APPEARANCE:
Sarah is very physically fit, as seen in her slim, strong build. Her hair is always kept back in a ponytail, save for her loose bangs. She sports slightly longer legs than usual, giving her a longer stride and an overall smaller number of steps when covering distance on foot. While her features are strong and experienced, there is an underlying tone of the beauty of youth. (Her voice in a soundclip)
BIOGRAPHY:
An illegitimate child to two Mandalorians of Clan Vizsla, Sarah was quickly abandoned by her parents just before they fled to the Galactic South for some contract they would never return from. Alone on Concord Dawn, Sarah took up the last name 'Allure', ashamed of her parents and partially resenting her heritage. She tried many different things on her own, ranging from farming to mechanics as she took up and dropped apprenticeships as she grew up. However, she couldn't escape her ancestry; the only thing she seemed to be good at was combat, and from a young age that became her primary focus. She lived in Kyanajin, and was isolated thoroughly in her training and studies, only receiving formal teaching from visiting warriors that only stayed in the mountains for short amounts of time.
For a long time, Sarah's skill was lacking. She could only scrape by, desperately saving for a one-way trip to Mandalore for more advanced training. That was no easy task in the small village of Kyanajin, but after a while she earned enough to go. Once Sarah arrived on Mandalore, she worked her way around each of the warriors she encountered, picking up skills from each one as she went. Soon, her natural ability bloomed and teachers began seeking her out, the word-of-mouth being that she was being molded into the perfect Mandalorian warrior.
Eventually that word-of-mouth would be put to the test, to determine if she had become what everyone thought she was. Residing in a small, remote village where she could practice unhampered by the restrictions of a large city, Sarah was approached one day by an older man, who wore the symbol of Clan Vizsla on his armor. The man challenged her to combat to the death. Sarah, confused by the severity of the challenge, but nonetheless thrilled for a chance to prove herself, accepted. A tense battle ensued, and after a long battle between the two, an end appeared near. Sarah had the upper hand, and in one swift string of shots she ended it - or could have. The two combatants had gotten to a close quarters situation, and Sarah had knocked away the old man's weapons and destroyed his armor with several hard blows. Through the man's shattered helmet, Sarah recognized him. It was her father, who the man claimed to be once Sarah had him defenseless in her sights. Through all of the feelings of pain, resent, and shame, one thought kept her from killing the surrendering man as he ran in fear like the coward he was.
I'm no monster.
INVENTORY:
.48 Caliber Enforcer Pistol, Suppressed KTEC 20GX Slugthrower Carbine, KTEC 20XX Slugthrower Sniper (UNAPPROVED), DC-19 Carbine
Thermal Detonator (x3), Ion Grenade (x3), Flash Grenade (x3), EMP Grenade (x3)
KTEC Custom Armor, Personal Datapad (with touch sensitive hologram display & ISAC, her digital assistant.)
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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