'The Graspborn Corsair'
'The Graspborn Corsair'
OVERVIEW
Tara Swail is a striking presence in her twenties, flamboyant and sharp-tongued, yet lethal when pressed. She thrives in chaos, swaggering through danger with a grin that hides just how precise and ruthless she can be. Talkative when it suits her, silent when it counts- Tara carries herself like someone who has survived too much to care what others think.
Her loyalty to Mercy is grounded in respect, not worship. She knows strength when she sees it, and she follows with a mix of audacity and discipline. Among the Graspborn, she's a blade in motion- unpredictable, dangerous, but undeniably useful.
HISTORY
Raised on a smuggler's station under Black Sun's shadow, Tara learned early that survival meant silence, sharp eyes, and quicker hands. By her mid-teens, she was running with raiders, her beauty and youth disguising the ruthlessness she was already cultivating.
For a time, she found family among convoy raiders near Hutt space- until betrayal and fire took them all, leaving her alone once more. She learned then that audacity without discipline was a death sentence, and she carried that lesson into every step that followed.
On Ashline Terminal, a trusted hand of Mercy's saw in her the spark of something more. They told her: prove herself. Tara did- dragging back a slaver captain who had once hunted her, broken and bound, his ship and spoils offered as proof. She sought no favor, only recognition of worth. It was enough.
ATTIRE
Tara favors function over flash: worn leather coats layered over plasteel, belts heavy with blades and blasters, boots scarred by hard decks. A wide-brimmed hat often shadows her face, lending her an air of secrecy and distance. Copper-blond hair, sharp green eyes, and scars earned in blood make her beautiful in the way fire is beautiful- dangerous and consuming.
PSYCHE
Tara is bold, talkative, and unafraid to push her luck- but beneath the bravado lies a survivor's edge. Her youth gives her fire, sometimes too much, and impulsive sparks still slip through. She masks pain with wit, swagger, and reckless charm, yet she knows when to shut up and follow. Her fear isn't death, but fading into nothing- and so she fights, laughs, and lives like she refuses to be forgotten.
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