Trix Bastin
Drifter
NAME: Trix Bastin
FACTION: Galactic Alliance
RANK: Unknown
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 25
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’4
WEIGHT: 55kg
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS
Trix is altogether unimposing, short, slim and slightly muscled. Strangers often discount her as a threat and it is this assumption upon which she has survived and flourished. With shaved pale-blonde hair, a litany of burns and scars, and a preference for heavy blasters, she looks the part of a soldier while retaining the casual air of a mercenary for hire.
When in action, or enraged, she is capable of sliding smoothly from this constructed state of calm into violent alertness.
Trix prefers dark and fitted clothing, often coupled with a pair of battered boots. She makes no effort to hide the mark of the Black Sun tattooed onto her left wrist.
BIOGRAPHY
Born on the Mid-Rim world of Ord Mantell, Trix was raised by her uncle along with two younger cousins. Driv Bastin was a successful local gambler and a small time investor. His children and niece lived in comfort throughout their early years, spending great swaths of their time in the casinos, brothels and spice dens of Driv’s numerous associates.
Trix’s world shifted abruptly at the age of 11 when double or nothing stakes destroyed Driv and his hard won empire. Both she, and her eldest cousin, were traded as commodities into the hands of the Black Sun criminal syndicate to save their uncle’s life.
Trix struggled to cope with the drastic change. While her cousin gave into bitter melancholy, Trix found an outlet in her consuming anger at the betrayal of her uncle. It was this cultivated rage, and an emerging violent streak, that saved her from a career as a pleasure slave.
Amused by the girl’s tenacity, and intrigued by the challenge of breaking it out of her, a potential client became Trix’s Captain on a repurposed CR90 Corellian Corvette. Charged with smuggling, spice running, and high-risk political transport for the Black Sun, the ship was a lonely and dangerous location to come into puberty.
Trix learned early to defend herself by any means necessary. Her ability to win a fight quickly, and increasingly in a spectacular and bloody fashion, slowly netted her allies (if not friends). By the age of 20 Trix had become a confidant of her Captain and a staple of the crew. Following this shift in status she was slowly inducted into the intricacies and bleakness of Black Sun business.
By 24, Trix had become completely disillusioned with the self-serving motives of her Captain and his masters. Sickened by the cruelty, the endless quests for power, and the futileness of her orders, she finally fled during a routine run to the Core Worlds.
After a year wasted lurking on backwater planets, drinking herself to oblivion in an attempt to avoid confronting her sins, Trix rediscovered the dregs of her courage and now seeks something more.
SHIP: Z-'ceptor
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
Character Development:
FACTION: Galactic Alliance
RANK: Unknown
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 25
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’4
WEIGHT: 55kg
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS
- Brawling: Never one to shy from a fight, Trix employs every element of her body to inflict damage with devastating speed.
- Courageous: Brave to the point of recklessness, her willingness to act quickly in the face of danger endears her to others.
- Quick-draw: Her reputation, and her life, rests entirely on her ability to pull the trigger before an adversary when the stakes rise.
- Thin-skinned: With no knack for bluffing, anger has functioned effectively as her first and last line of defense in a world that preys on weakness. This predisposition to react emotionally can make her tactless and predictable.
- Guarded: Self sufficient to her detriment, Trix has learned to function without the requirement of friends, family or allies.
- Tactics and strategy: When faced with the scenario of “do, or do not” there is only ever “do.”
Trix is altogether unimposing, short, slim and slightly muscled. Strangers often discount her as a threat and it is this assumption upon which she has survived and flourished. With shaved pale-blonde hair, a litany of burns and scars, and a preference for heavy blasters, she looks the part of a soldier while retaining the casual air of a mercenary for hire.
When in action, or enraged, she is capable of sliding smoothly from this constructed state of calm into violent alertness.
Trix prefers dark and fitted clothing, often coupled with a pair of battered boots. She makes no effort to hide the mark of the Black Sun tattooed onto her left wrist.
BIOGRAPHY
Born on the Mid-Rim world of Ord Mantell, Trix was raised by her uncle along with two younger cousins. Driv Bastin was a successful local gambler and a small time investor. His children and niece lived in comfort throughout their early years, spending great swaths of their time in the casinos, brothels and spice dens of Driv’s numerous associates.
Trix’s world shifted abruptly at the age of 11 when double or nothing stakes destroyed Driv and his hard won empire. Both she, and her eldest cousin, were traded as commodities into the hands of the Black Sun criminal syndicate to save their uncle’s life.
Trix struggled to cope with the drastic change. While her cousin gave into bitter melancholy, Trix found an outlet in her consuming anger at the betrayal of her uncle. It was this cultivated rage, and an emerging violent streak, that saved her from a career as a pleasure slave.
Amused by the girl’s tenacity, and intrigued by the challenge of breaking it out of her, a potential client became Trix’s Captain on a repurposed CR90 Corellian Corvette. Charged with smuggling, spice running, and high-risk political transport for the Black Sun, the ship was a lonely and dangerous location to come into puberty.
Trix learned early to defend herself by any means necessary. Her ability to win a fight quickly, and increasingly in a spectacular and bloody fashion, slowly netted her allies (if not friends). By the age of 20 Trix had become a confidant of her Captain and a staple of the crew. Following this shift in status she was slowly inducted into the intricacies and bleakness of Black Sun business.
By 24, Trix had become completely disillusioned with the self-serving motives of her Captain and his masters. Sickened by the cruelty, the endless quests for power, and the futileness of her orders, she finally fled during a routine run to the Core Worlds.
After a year wasted lurking on backwater planets, drinking herself to oblivion in an attempt to avoid confronting her sins, Trix rediscovered the dregs of her courage and now seeks something more.
SHIP: Z-'ceptor
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
Character Development:
- To strive, to seek, to fight, and not to yield
- The Sinner and the Saint
- Know Thy Enemy
- A stroll in the woods
