Sheva Visari
Character
NAME: Sheva Visari. "Iron Lady" "Siege Mistress" "Wall Breaker."
FACTION: Ex-First Order; Renegade
RANK: Engineering Battalion Captain
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 30
SEX: F
HEIGHT: 7'1" / 2.1 m
WEIGHT: 250 lbs / 113 kg
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Ginger
SKIN: Bronzed
FORCE SENSITIVE: No that's just a gimmick
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Military Engineer - Sheva is thoroughly trained and experienced as a field engineer and sapper. She knows how to build them up, and she knows how to tear them down. She is also intimately familiar with weapons, tactics, and heavy machinery. She also does Architecture on the side.
Lightning Bruiser - Handling explosives makes you quick with hands, but even quicker on your feet. DUCK AND COVER!
Bigger than your average gal - A ginger gal made standing as tall as a door and strong enough to rip it out of place is easy to notice. And easy to hit.
A Wanted Woman - her service in the First Order made her many enemies; her defection was not appreciated either. Sheva is a listed fugitive on both sides with a long rap sheet and a bounty on her head.
Vices - Enjoys fine drinks, good food and a little gambling. Well. maybe a lot.
Just plain mean - As a soldier, had a tendency to collapse tunnels full of enemies... with her crew still inside.
Did I mention she was mean? - "Prisoners? you mean mine sweepers?"
I mean, MEAN mean. - "Captured a hospital of First Order wounded and now demand a ransom? Call the Artillery."
APPEARANCE:
The redhead with the long flowing ginger hair looks nice at first. Looks like a plus sized wrench wench, maybe a gal who knows her way around a speeder engine or droid parts. Then you realize on closer inspection her face has more than a few scars, from blades and blasters. The baggy clothes are hiding a powerful amazon's physique, almost entirely considering how she snapped some poor shlub in full armor's arm. Then she gets up, and wouldn't you know, she's as tall as a door. She talks cold with a harsh accent, her tone just seethes menace. She picks up the guy with the broken arm and hurls him across the room.
Then the guy's buddies come over packing knives and blasters. Sheva rolls up her sleeves and gets to work.
BIOGRAPHY:
From the Holovid logs of Colonel Kevane Septimus Visari, First Order Engineering Corps.
"Finished my first recruitment drive for the First Order, we visited a mountainous world of savages. Apparently the natives and the Order had an agreement that they would tithe a fixed number of children every few years, to avoid outright invasion. So now we have a hold full of illiterate mountain children... each one already as big as a normal trooper, and about as strong. Their culture taught them that we were the 'Sky Warriors', that they were already in some warrior heaven to wage war among the stars. A superstitious lot indeed, save for one. The biggest of them was this savage redhead girl, who did not take to their religion kindly. She made quite a scene choking Sergeant ER-404 until she passed out. We had to pacify her before she completely crushed 404's windpipe." - 1st Lt. KS Visari, 824 ABY
"The savage children need very little indoctrination it seems, seeing their religion had done most of the work. Most of them are capable troopers and bodyguards, but nothing more. No independent thought, no initiative... except the redhead. Flash training and aptitude tests showed she had a very natural mathematical and scientific intellect, which would explain why she resisted their culture... and much of our indoctrination. They wanted to dispose of her, but I petitioned for her to be transferred directly under my command... and education. No use letting such talent go to waste. I wished to give her a name, but she said already had one- Sheva, she called herself, after some war goddess of her people. Fitting, I thought." -Captain KS Visari, 826 ABY
"The girl, Sheva, is now larger and physically more powerful than any soldier under my command, with a mind to match. She trains like a beast and absorbs technical and scientific data like a sponge. Her aptitude for strategy is something else. But there is little affection in her eyes when I look at her. Cold, uncaring. I do not know why I think of this... The more I train the girl, the more I talk to her, the more I feel like she is a daughter to me rather than a subordinate. We are alike I think. alone, surrounded by simpletons and idiots... in a galaxy that does not understand us. Even I cannot claim to know what she thinks- her eyes are cold. But I have never been the finest warrior, nor craved bloodshed- even in the First Order, I think myself a builder of the Empire. Sheva has killed six combat instructors since I adopted her. Four were justified in a way, considering they treated her like some simple brute. But two of them were my old academy friends. Sometimes I wonder why she hasn't killed me yet. Maybe I never gave her a reason. Maybe she's just waiting for something." -Major KS Visari, 831 ABY
"Sheva has been an officer for a few years now. No fortified position lasts long when she sets her sights on it, but so help me, the casualties for every battle are staggering. Even the indoctrinated troopers hesitate to serve in her unit, and she has had to augment her forces with slaves, prisoners of war or even civilians loyal to the order. Mine fields, hardened gun positions, ambush spots- she feeds bodies into these places. I don't blame her choices, sieges are an ugly thing. City fighting is an ugly thing. I fear her talent for it is her curse. Once the defenses are breached, there's usually not enough survivors to subjugate or serve the Order." -Major KS Visari, 835 ABY
"The news that came to me has not been good. Sheva objected to a campaign against a world held by Mandalorians, citing their preparedness to resist. In a matter of hours our ground forces had been encircled, and the Officers planned on retreating... except their shuttle was shot out of the sky by Sheva herself. She escaped with her crew, and are now roaming the galaxy at large." -Major KS Visari, 838 ABY
"First Order outposts are reporting highly organizing raiding parties ransacking their supply depots. Fortified positions able to hold against anything short of an army, blown wide open by crack Sapper teams. It's Sheva's work, no doubt. She doesn't bother with warnings, or mercy. Anyone who stands up to her gets wiped out." Major KS Visari 841 ABY
"The First Order's pettiness truly knows no bounds. Sheva's days of piracy had come to an end, and I had to trick her to the negotiation table. She was sentenced to decimation by her closest associates; nine hardened veterans, who'd fought and bled alongside her, each handed an electro-baton, pardons and a promise of promotion for the one to deal a killing blow. She killed them all, unsurprisingly. Knowing that she had no more place in the Order, I arranged for her to be shipped off by slavers... All well and good, but she decided to break my arm and dislocate my jaw to make it look good. And yet I feel very, very lucky that was all she did." - Col. KS Visari 843 ABY
Holovid logs of Morgane, Trandoshian Slaver
"New meat is dangerous. Killed other meat that tried to make her their Twi'lek girl. Chained her up, put her in confinement. Need to find buyer soon. She chews them up and spits them out." - Morgane, 844 ABY.
SHIP:
n/a
KILLS:
n/a
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
n/a
"STANDARD" LOAD-OUT:
Power Armor
Z-6 Rotary Blaster (400 shots)
PLX-1 Missile Launcher (4 shots)
2 anti-infantry grenades
1 demo charge
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Origin Thread:
Outer Rim Shenanigans: Cure for Sithspawn? Rocket launchers
FACTION: Ex-First Order; Renegade
RANK: Engineering Battalion Captain
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 30
SEX: F
HEIGHT: 7'1" / 2.1 m
WEIGHT: 250 lbs / 113 kg
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Ginger
SKIN: Bronzed
FORCE SENSITIVE: No that's just a gimmick
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Military Engineer - Sheva is thoroughly trained and experienced as a field engineer and sapper. She knows how to build them up, and she knows how to tear them down. She is also intimately familiar with weapons, tactics, and heavy machinery. She also does Architecture on the side.
Lightning Bruiser - Handling explosives makes you quick with hands, but even quicker on your feet. DUCK AND COVER!
Bigger than your average gal - A ginger gal made standing as tall as a door and strong enough to rip it out of place is easy to notice. And easy to hit.
A Wanted Woman - her service in the First Order made her many enemies; her defection was not appreciated either. Sheva is a listed fugitive on both sides with a long rap sheet and a bounty on her head.
Vices - Enjoys fine drinks, good food and a little gambling. Well. maybe a lot.
Just plain mean - As a soldier, had a tendency to collapse tunnels full of enemies... with her crew still inside.
Did I mention she was mean? - "Prisoners? you mean mine sweepers?"
I mean, MEAN mean. - "Captured a hospital of First Order wounded and now demand a ransom? Call the Artillery."
APPEARANCE:
The redhead with the long flowing ginger hair looks nice at first. Looks like a plus sized wrench wench, maybe a gal who knows her way around a speeder engine or droid parts. Then you realize on closer inspection her face has more than a few scars, from blades and blasters. The baggy clothes are hiding a powerful amazon's physique, almost entirely considering how she snapped some poor shlub in full armor's arm. Then she gets up, and wouldn't you know, she's as tall as a door. She talks cold with a harsh accent, her tone just seethes menace. She picks up the guy with the broken arm and hurls him across the room.
Then the guy's buddies come over packing knives and blasters. Sheva rolls up her sleeves and gets to work.
BIOGRAPHY:
From the Holovid logs of Colonel Kevane Septimus Visari, First Order Engineering Corps.
"Finished my first recruitment drive for the First Order, we visited a mountainous world of savages. Apparently the natives and the Order had an agreement that they would tithe a fixed number of children every few years, to avoid outright invasion. So now we have a hold full of illiterate mountain children... each one already as big as a normal trooper, and about as strong. Their culture taught them that we were the 'Sky Warriors', that they were already in some warrior heaven to wage war among the stars. A superstitious lot indeed, save for one. The biggest of them was this savage redhead girl, who did not take to their religion kindly. She made quite a scene choking Sergeant ER-404 until she passed out. We had to pacify her before she completely crushed 404's windpipe." - 1st Lt. KS Visari, 824 ABY
"The savage children need very little indoctrination it seems, seeing their religion had done most of the work. Most of them are capable troopers and bodyguards, but nothing more. No independent thought, no initiative... except the redhead. Flash training and aptitude tests showed she had a very natural mathematical and scientific intellect, which would explain why she resisted their culture... and much of our indoctrination. They wanted to dispose of her, but I petitioned for her to be transferred directly under my command... and education. No use letting such talent go to waste. I wished to give her a name, but she said already had one- Sheva, she called herself, after some war goddess of her people. Fitting, I thought." -Captain KS Visari, 826 ABY
"The girl, Sheva, is now larger and physically more powerful than any soldier under my command, with a mind to match. She trains like a beast and absorbs technical and scientific data like a sponge. Her aptitude for strategy is something else. But there is little affection in her eyes when I look at her. Cold, uncaring. I do not know why I think of this... The more I train the girl, the more I talk to her, the more I feel like she is a daughter to me rather than a subordinate. We are alike I think. alone, surrounded by simpletons and idiots... in a galaxy that does not understand us. Even I cannot claim to know what she thinks- her eyes are cold. But I have never been the finest warrior, nor craved bloodshed- even in the First Order, I think myself a builder of the Empire. Sheva has killed six combat instructors since I adopted her. Four were justified in a way, considering they treated her like some simple brute. But two of them were my old academy friends. Sometimes I wonder why she hasn't killed me yet. Maybe I never gave her a reason. Maybe she's just waiting for something." -Major KS Visari, 831 ABY
"Sheva has been an officer for a few years now. No fortified position lasts long when she sets her sights on it, but so help me, the casualties for every battle are staggering. Even the indoctrinated troopers hesitate to serve in her unit, and she has had to augment her forces with slaves, prisoners of war or even civilians loyal to the order. Mine fields, hardened gun positions, ambush spots- she feeds bodies into these places. I don't blame her choices, sieges are an ugly thing. City fighting is an ugly thing. I fear her talent for it is her curse. Once the defenses are breached, there's usually not enough survivors to subjugate or serve the Order." -Major KS Visari, 835 ABY
"The news that came to me has not been good. Sheva objected to a campaign against a world held by Mandalorians, citing their preparedness to resist. In a matter of hours our ground forces had been encircled, and the Officers planned on retreating... except their shuttle was shot out of the sky by Sheva herself. She escaped with her crew, and are now roaming the galaxy at large." -Major KS Visari, 838 ABY
"First Order outposts are reporting highly organizing raiding parties ransacking their supply depots. Fortified positions able to hold against anything short of an army, blown wide open by crack Sapper teams. It's Sheva's work, no doubt. She doesn't bother with warnings, or mercy. Anyone who stands up to her gets wiped out." Major KS Visari 841 ABY
"The First Order's pettiness truly knows no bounds. Sheva's days of piracy had come to an end, and I had to trick her to the negotiation table. She was sentenced to decimation by her closest associates; nine hardened veterans, who'd fought and bled alongside her, each handed an electro-baton, pardons and a promise of promotion for the one to deal a killing blow. She killed them all, unsurprisingly. Knowing that she had no more place in the Order, I arranged for her to be shipped off by slavers... All well and good, but she decided to break my arm and dislocate my jaw to make it look good. And yet I feel very, very lucky that was all she did." - Col. KS Visari 843 ABY
Holovid logs of Morgane, Trandoshian Slaver
"New meat is dangerous. Killed other meat that tried to make her their Twi'lek girl. Chained her up, put her in confinement. Need to find buyer soon. She chews them up and spits them out." - Morgane, 844 ABY.
SHIP:
n/a
KILLS:
n/a
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
n/a
"STANDARD" LOAD-OUT:
Power Armor
Z-6 Rotary Blaster (400 shots)
PLX-1 Missile Launcher (4 shots)
2 anti-infantry grenades
1 demo charge
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Origin Thread:
Outer Rim Shenanigans: Cure for Sithspawn? Rocket launchers