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NAME: Shriek
FACTION: ---
RANK: Eye of [member="Darth Metus"]
SPECIES: Dathomirian
AGE: ---
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'6"
BUILD: Athletic
EYES: Amber
HAIR: ---
SKIN: Red
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
(+) Strong in "Core", Force abilities.
(+) Peak Physical Condition.
(-) Fear of Rodents.
(-) Illiterate.
APPEARANCE: [ x ]
BIOGRAPHY:
I was born with rusted chains upon my wrists.
My mother, despite the warnings of our people, decided to venture off into the Stars. She was young...She was stupid. She found herself in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and was reduced to little more than a corsair's plaything. That is how I was born - in the bowels of his musty ship in fact. He called me Shriek because I cried too much. Lovely fellow that one. Life was far from beautiful in those days; and my only regret is that it was not I who changed things. One day, a bunch of his pirate ilk decided to call a certain planet home. The next day, an army of Mandalorians came knocking at their door. Dear old dad tried to use mother as a bargaining chip for safe passage out of the warzone.
He ended up shooting her. They ended up shooting him.
That left me, for the first time, truly alone. Fortunately, one of the metalheads took an interest in me. An interest that didn't involve throwing what remained of my dignity out of the window. He showed me how to turn my malice into something constructive. Now, I am his Eyes. Now, I am Free.
SHIP: TIE/sh VIP Shuttle
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FACTION: ---
RANK: Eye of [member="Darth Metus"]
SPECIES: Dathomirian
AGE: ---
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'6"
BUILD: Athletic
EYES: Amber
HAIR: ---
SKIN: Red
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
(+) Strong in "Core", Force abilities.
(+) Peak Physical Condition.
(-) Fear of Rodents.
(-) Illiterate.
APPEARANCE: [ x ]
BIOGRAPHY:
I was born with rusted chains upon my wrists.
My mother, despite the warnings of our people, decided to venture off into the Stars. She was young...She was stupid. She found herself in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and was reduced to little more than a corsair's plaything. That is how I was born - in the bowels of his musty ship in fact. He called me Shriek because I cried too much. Lovely fellow that one. Life was far from beautiful in those days; and my only regret is that it was not I who changed things. One day, a bunch of his pirate ilk decided to call a certain planet home. The next day, an army of Mandalorians came knocking at their door. Dear old dad tried to use mother as a bargaining chip for safe passage out of the warzone.
He ended up shooting her. They ended up shooting him.
That left me, for the first time, truly alone. Fortunately, one of the metalheads took an interest in me. An interest that didn't involve throwing what remained of my dignity out of the window. He showed me how to turn my malice into something constructive. Now, I am his Eyes. Now, I am Free.
SHIP: TIE/sh VIP Shuttle
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
THREADS: