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Symara Tarriq

Major Faction

Ria Misrani

It's a New Day
Ria Misrani
Character Bio
Symara Leoni Tarriq​
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NAME: Symara Leoni Tarriq
PRONUNCIATION: S-MAR-Ah LEE-Oh-Nee Tar-REE-K
NICKNAME(S): Witherfang, Mara

FACTION: Firemane Industries
RANK: Officer / LT
BOSS: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

SPECIES: Human
AGE: 34
SEX: Cis-Female
RACE: Corellian

HEIGHT: 5'1" / 1.52 m
WEIGHT: 128 lbs / 58.1 kg
EYES: Brown / Deep Tourmaline
HAIR: Black / Soft Black, Sweet Cola
SKIN: Brown / Warm Sepia

FORCE SENSITIVE: No.
LANGUAGES: Basic, Old Corellian, Gamorrese, Twi'leki, Huttese and Botha (written only, understood).
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

MARTIAL STATUS: Widow
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] Rapidshot Aim: CorSec isn't just a law enforcement agency. To that extent, Symara learned to aim and shoot in rapid succession, this works best with a blaster pistol where she's more than capable of taking out two-three opponents in one fell swoop. Special Operations isn't exactly for those who can't make the most out of their time.

[+] Keen Precision: If they thought she was brilliant with a blaster pistol they were even more amazed when they put Symara behind a sniper rifle. Due to her time with TRT, Symara's been able to determine more information about her shots than normal snipers including damage resistance and cover. You'd swear she had the eyes of a hawk, laser eyes as she hits nearly every single time.

[+] Rifle Brawler: Being a sniper is one thing, getting snuck up on and attacked is another. There isn't enough time to drop things, and sometimes all you have is your rifle. So, Symara makes use of it as an improvised bludgeoning weapon and is more than ready to put someone down using the other end of her rifle.

[-] Haunted: It takes Symara a long time to fall asleep these days, and when she does she can still hear screaming. She can still feel spirits leaving the bodies of the departed around her. Haunted by the ghosts of Corellia, she often wakes in a cold sweat feeling more tired than she had when she went to sleep.

[-] In the Silence: She can no longer tolerate the silence, silence meant that something terrifying had happened. It had meant that the screams of a billion voices had been cut off. She prefers to keep a stream of white noise with her at all times, without it - her anxieties return, her grief weighs her down and she finds that she is unable to even get up from the hammock in which she lays in.

[-] Recoiled: Even a well-trained sniper can fail, can fumble and when that happens it hurts, a lot.

[-] Not All Weapons: While being the service means she was trained to use just about any weapon, this doesn't mean she can use all weapons effectively or even proficiently.

DESTINY:
Vengeance

APPEARANCE:
Often when spotted she can be seen in her CorSec jacket, the faded patches with fringed threads. Fingerless gloves that allow her to grip her rifles with ease. Hair pulled back as to not be in the way. She's short but built for a fight. Combat boots indicative of someone who has been trained to wear them, someone who has spent a long time running in them.

BIOGRAPHY:
A former Lieutenant with the Corellian Security Force, she joined just as soon as she could walking in the footsteps of her mother Ralere who had also joined CorSec. It was the only thing she'd ever wanted to be for a very, very long time. They were the best of the best and with enough time in she could see herself going one step further. Upon entry, to the academy Symara or Mara as she was often called scored high in several key areas and was certainly someone to look out for. During the academy, she met a foundry worker Niloren. Niloren had grown up in Kolene a small mining town that was the complete opposite of the bustling Coronet City. Mara didn't have a lot of time to date, of course, so instead she'd write little sweet messages to Niloren and often looked forward to getting some in return.

This, of course, gave Yssara Ralere's wife and Mara's other mother reasons to be absolutely delighted. Yssara was over the moon with the idea that her little girl had found someone. Mara just wanted to breathe and was happy when she learned her precinct was on the other side of the city. Unhappy to learn that she had been put in traffic. Traffic?! Mara was not only one of the most brilliant (in her opinion) cadets to have ever graced the academy's hall since that Solo kid but she too was a legacy. A Tarriq! Daughter of famed Major Cases Detective Ralere Tarriq, the indignity of it all.

Humility, a lesson that Mara was slow to learn but grateful when she had learned it. During her time with traffic, Mara was afforded the luxury of dating and it was Niloren who she had her heart set on. The two grew close and as they grew closer Mara's career began to change. Transferred into TRT by request of someone who had known her mother. Mara learned that being part of the Tactical Response Team would have its consequence as it involved a degree of discretion and undercover work. Work that was more often than not, draining.

It became a strain on her relationship and for a while, no one knew if Mara and Niloren would even remain a couple.

They didn't.

They argued and fought, they were stressed and had failed to communicate properly with each other. Eventually, it all just fell apart and Mara decided to dive into her work. Work was all she had then, and so she blocked out the world - even her mothers had a hard time reaching out to her. It was until a bounty hunter working for the Exchange went toe to toe with her. He died, she lived - barely. The scare brought Niloren back into Mara's life and the two had time to talk things out.

CorSec with raised brows as to how Mara brought down this bounty hunter (with a rifle from just in the last meters of its actual range). The hunter and Mara had traded shot after shot, and as far as CorSec was aware. Mara was not a sniper, accuracy had not been her strongest suit when she had tested before. It was here they realized they had only tested Mara with weapons that had not required her to be steady in her shot. As far as they could tell whenever she handled carbines, and automatic rifles her shots weren't exactly favorable. The vid from this event showed Mara pacing herself, timing her shots and waiting, waiting and stalking her prey like a big feline creature does. Somewhere between her starting out in CorSec and to this moment in time, her accuracy had gotten somewhat better, and so had her patience.

So they administered a flurry of examinations and determined that she would at least qualify for the school of special operations.

From there she proved time and time again that special operations was where she belonged. It was during this training that she earned the nickname Witherfang. Like the creature of the same name, she was just as vicious and volatile in close quarters and hand to hand combat. Not to mention she seemed to be just as quiet, and predatory as one - especially during her sniper training. Niloren laughed at the idea that her then-fiancé was a witherfang - but this did lead to her calling Mara a wild cat in other parts of their relationship.

After graduation, she proposed to then long time girlfriend Niloren. The two were wed shortly before Mara's first deployment, and a year and a half later when she returned. Mara and her wife began to plan for a family. At the age of twenty-eight, she welcomed daughter Skylie Lauris Tarriq. Two and a half years later the two would welcome a second daughter who they named, Claraven Moian Tarriq.

Mara's life was as good as it got, a promotion to lieutenant - given her own unit to command, wife, and mother of two very beautiful girls.

Until it was all gone, in the blink of an eye. She'd been returning from her third tour of duty as a member of special operations with the hopes of transferring straight into the defense force. When she watched helplessly from the confines of a transport vessel as Corellia was no more. Broken into halves, and when she awoke she had been among the few on that transport to have survived the aftermath of it all.

In the year or so since Corellia's demise, Mara has been a drifter. A guilt-ridden, law woman with no law to enforce - no actual target. Although each criminal she puts down, she puts down in the name of Corellia. In the name of her daughters, her wife, her mothers, friends and family members who were lost that day.

SHIP:
None.

INVENTORY:
Combat Gloves - .5 kg
Fingerless Gloves -.3 kg
Bandoleer - 2 kg
Med Pac - 1 kg
Utility Belt - 4 kg
Holster, hip - .5 kg
Targeting scope, enhanced - 1.2 kg

WEAPONS:
Blaster Pistol, heavy - 1.3 kg
Sniper Rifle, milspec - 7.3 kg
Frag Grenades x2 - 1 kg
Ion Grenades x1 - .5 kg
Smoke Grenade x2 - 1 kg
Power Packs x6 - .6 kg
Power Recharger - 1 kg


ARMOR:
Battle Armor - 16 kg

KILLS:
None.

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None.
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