Test Your Luck with Barzhura!

[Barzhura the Hutt]

✧ I Deserve It All✧
A Roleplay Introduction to Barzhura​

Perfumed smoke hung heavy in the air, curling in lazy ribbons beneath the gilded arches of Barzhura's palace. Somewhere in the haze, soft notes from a keyboard played, almost sweet — until they were interrupted by a muffled scream echoing from deeper within the halls. The sound drew a ripple of uneasy laughter from the jeweled slaves who adorned the dais, their collars chiming nervously as they shifted.

Barzhura sprawled across her platform, brown-yellow hide glistening in the firelight, reptilian eyes glutted with pleasure. A diadem sat crooked upon her broad brow, glittering as though it too bowed beneath the weight of her excess. One thick hand trailed across the soft headtails of a Twi'lek slave kneeling beside her, stroking slowly, indulgently, as one might toy with a prized jewel. The girl shivered, but Barzhura only rumbled with laughter — a sound that filled the chamber like rolling thunder.

For Barzhura's collection was not measured only in credits or spice. She prized beauty, skill, and obedience, binding each to her as tightly as the collars around her slaves' throats. Dancers, smugglers, pilots, even bounty hunters — all could be made treasures if they glittered just right under her greedy gaze.

Beyond the palace, her influence stretched to the roar of engines and the fire of podrace circuits. Barzhura's name was whispered in the stables of Tatooine and the betting halls of Malastare, her credits fueling pilots, fixing odds, and ensuring that fortune bent in her favor. To win a race under her banner was to earn her patronage; to lose was to gamble with more than credits. Many had found themselves indentured for debts unpaid, their "contract" little more than a collar delivered to her throne.

Her laugh came again, indulgent and certain — as though she already owned every soul that dared cross her threshold.
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✦ RP Hooks ✦​

• Servitude or Survival: Perhaps your character finds themselves bound to Barzhura's collection, caught in her coils as slave, servant, or unwilling ornament.
• The Bargain: She deals in whispers, secrets, and debts. Come to her for information — but know her price may not be paid in credits.
• The Races: Pilots, mechanics, and gamblers may know her as sponsor, benefactor, or rival. The podrace circuits are her playground — and her trap.
• The Hunter's Prize: Bounties are bartered here. Maybe your character is here to claim one, or avoid the one Barzhura has placed upon their head.
• Ambition in the Smoke: Smugglers, pirates, or crime lords in the making may seek her favor. But every favor is a chain.
• The Collection: Perhaps Barzhura already has her eyes on you — your beauty, your skill, or your secret worth.

"Nana do wamma wonka… an da wamma peetchu."
("Everything belongs to me… and soon, so will you.")​

 

[Valery Noble]

I'm down to plot a story!

 

[Quinn Varanin]

Everyone should thread with Barzhura the Hutt -- having a grand time in the first reply

 

[Whottoomuzz Chantin]

Finally, another Hutt! Perhaps we can thread when I return

 

[Liréa Voss]

I'm open for business i from hutt cartel too.