Tricksy
Character
NAME: Ticksies “Tricksy” Roseya
FACTION: Silver Sanctum
SPECIES: Tintinna/Tin-Tin Dwarf
AGE: 15
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 0.67m
WEIGHT: 26kg
EYES: Red (only)
HAIR: White, long hair on head, breaded into a mow-hawk otherwise quite short
SKIN: White underneath her fur
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, however untrained
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum):
Strengths:
- Quick as a Cat (hehe): She is very agile, jumping, dodging and also runs fast even though her size is small.
- Good at fighting: Over the years she has learned to fight with many weapons, although she is a master with her chosen combo (Rapier and Baton)
- I Can sit and wait, take your time: She has been patient all her life, waiting for the right moments to act, in and outside of the ring.
- I Have a Plan, or I will just give me a sec: Very creative, almost always finds a way to end up on top
- You won’t scare me that easy: She is very brave, never afraid.
Weaknesses:
- Weak: Physically very weak, in a test or competition of strength she will have a hard time winning
- Not Diplomatic: She is not a good speaker, not very good at finding a diplomatic solution.
Both:
- Very Small and Light: She is very small and light, easy to toss around if you catch her, IF you catch her. This also gives her an edge in a fight, hard to hit and it gives her an awkward angle on her strikes for her foes.
- Protector of the Weak: As it stated she protects those who can’t fend for themselves, this is a good thing, however it is easily exploited.
APPEARANCE:
Tricksy does not stand tall, only 0.67m tall she is towered by most. She is an albino, resulting in her having almost entirely white fur the exception her snout and red eyes. She is very slender but still strong, muscles well defined due to her time in the ring. She walked around with her rapier and baton.
BIOGRAPHY:
Tricky’s first memories were that of a horrible family, she had been bought as a slave, but as the family became poorer and poorer she became another mouth to feed. That was why she was forcefully entered into the local gladiator events, her owners didn’t think she would win, so instead of entering her themselves she was sold to the arena.
The first fight she was entered she scurried around hiding, running away from the fights, soon however this tactic didn’t last long. Soon there were only three people left, including herself. She stood between them, more afraid then she had ever been in her entire life. She closed her eyes ready to die as the two others charged, but then she felt something, a light warm breeze flowing over her, she was sure she was dead, but she could hear the crowds cheering. Then a thud, and she felt her feet tough the ground again. She was confused for she didn’t remember them leaving the ground. She opened her eyes and saw the two that were left, dead on the ground. After she was led away from the arena into the changing rooms, there she was told how she had jumped high up at the last possible second, away from harm as the two other ran through each other with their weapons. She didn’t understand what had happened, she had been taken over by some power to take her away from danger. She could only hope that it would come back and save her life again, it would take a while before she could escape, or at least try to.
Over the next few years she was forced to fight to many fights, against beast and other men and women. She trusted her natural ability and quickly took on a special fighting style using a Curved Baton in her left hand and a long vibro-rapier in her right. This style let her be very aggressive when she wished with the rapier, keeping the busy deflecting her quick repeated thrust and slashes and if they would try strike her down she would be able to redirect most strikes with her baton. Although she tried to take down her opponents without killing them over the span of 4 years she did take down more than she wished. Some of them were vile creatures that enjoyed the killing, others were like her, forced to be there. Often when faced multiple opponents she protected those who could not fight for themselves, she couldn’t take the injustice of it. And when facing those who could not fight by herself she would make a show of it, making it look like she struggled so that when she won, they would often choose to let them live.
At the end of her fourth year she found an out, she had been approached by an outsider who had watched her fights for a while now, looking for a partner in a prison break. He told her that he believed that she was gifted and that she would be better off somewhere else, he was willing to break her out if she would help him break out those who were there unwillingly. She agreed to this gladly as she was unwilling to leave these people behind.
That night, as promised she was broken out and she was given her weapons. It didn’t take long before she had freed the others, only having to kill one man, the rest she was able to knock unconscious. The man had it planned well as they were transported to the spaceport in boxes labelled as the dead bodies from the arena itself. Luckily they arrived at the spaceport without issues and took off in a transport ship, they landed on some other planet. From there she went looking for a better life, following the feeling that had guided her through many of her combats.
