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The Bridesmaid
First name: Morgan
Middle name: Bethany
Last name: N/A
Age: Around 22
Species: Mainly human
Sex: The hell do you think?
Height: 1.72m
Weight: 62kg
Hair colour: Red-Brown
Eye colour: Green
Faction: Agents of Chaos
Rank: Mercenary
Force sensitive: Yes
Qualities
+/- She's extremely brave, and won't back down. Sometimes. When she wants to. Tactical retreats exist, people.
+/- Sweet, but can be slightly unstable, mentally.
Equipment - TBA
Backstory:
Morgan has lived most of her youth on the streets, either scavenging what she could find to make it through the day, or borrowing some credits from unaware bystanders to make to through the week. Not knowing where she came from or who she was, the only hint at her past was a necklace with what she presumed to be her name on it, but the last name had been purposefully scratched beyond recognition.
As she grew older and slightly more mature, she came into contact with a group offering a lot of credits for some odd jobs. Naturally, not wishing to struggle for survival every day, Morgan agreed to work with them, if only to try it out.
A couple of years later her entire life had changed drastically. Credits were no longer an immediate problem. She did have a small bounty on her own head thanks to some of the jobs she had taken, but it wasn't anything high enough to attract hunters that actually posed a danger to her. She was still climbing the ranks inside the small criminal network and had a relatively secure future there, although the network warned her that they couldn't protect her if she drew too much attention to herself.
Three days after her eighteenth birthday, she was asked for the biggest and best paying job she'd ever got. A lot of people, Morgan included, disliked the local ruler. Quite a few of her ' colleagues ' had tried to take him down before, but the man quite literally never came outside, and when he did, he'd have a personal army surrounding him. Still, the pay would enable Morgan to finally leave and travel the galaxy, so she accepted.
After three weeks of trying and failing, she'd almost given up until rumours started that her target was going to be married soon. She figured that while her target would be heavily protected, the bridesmaid and her attire would not be.
None of the soldiers personally knew the bridesmaid, and by the time Morgan's target realised, he had already stained her dress with his blood.
After the deed was done, rumours of 'The Bridesmaid' spread as Morgan collected her reward and prepared to leave her world behind, and she adopted that name as she left for a greater galaxy.
First name: Morgan
Middle name: Bethany
Last name: N/A
Age: Around 22
Species: Mainly human
Sex: The hell do you think?
Height: 1.72m
Weight: 62kg
Hair colour: Red-Brown
Eye colour: Green
Rank: Mercenary
Force sensitive: Yes
Qualities
- Will bluff her way to victory with ease.
- Well trained with blasters.
+/- She's extremely brave, and won't back down. Sometimes. When she wants to. Tactical retreats exist, people.
+/- Sweet, but can be slightly unstable, mentally.
- Quite weak and thus not the best at hand to hand combat.
- Reckless.
- Can't operate a ship of any form ( fighter, transport, etc )
Equipment - TBA
Backstory:
Morgan has lived most of her youth on the streets, either scavenging what she could find to make it through the day, or borrowing some credits from unaware bystanders to make to through the week. Not knowing where she came from or who she was, the only hint at her past was a necklace with what she presumed to be her name on it, but the last name had been purposefully scratched beyond recognition.
As she grew older and slightly more mature, she came into contact with a group offering a lot of credits for some odd jobs. Naturally, not wishing to struggle for survival every day, Morgan agreed to work with them, if only to try it out.
A couple of years later her entire life had changed drastically. Credits were no longer an immediate problem. She did have a small bounty on her own head thanks to some of the jobs she had taken, but it wasn't anything high enough to attract hunters that actually posed a danger to her. She was still climbing the ranks inside the small criminal network and had a relatively secure future there, although the network warned her that they couldn't protect her if she drew too much attention to herself.
Three days after her eighteenth birthday, she was asked for the biggest and best paying job she'd ever got. A lot of people, Morgan included, disliked the local ruler. Quite a few of her ' colleagues ' had tried to take him down before, but the man quite literally never came outside, and when he did, he'd have a personal army surrounding him. Still, the pay would enable Morgan to finally leave and travel the galaxy, so she accepted.
After three weeks of trying and failing, she'd almost given up until rumours started that her target was going to be married soon. She figured that while her target would be heavily protected, the bridesmaid and her attire would not be.
None of the soldiers personally knew the bridesmaid, and by the time Morgan's target realised, he had already stained her dress with his blood.
After the deed was done, rumours of 'The Bridesmaid' spread as Morgan collected her reward and prepared to leave her world behind, and she adopted that name as she left for a greater galaxy.
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