Blood and Viscera Divine
VESTRA TANE
| Music | The Good Life |
| Aliases | N/A |
| Class(es) | Scoundrel |
| Birthplace | Chandrila |
| Age | Young Adult |
| Traits | "Loveable" Scoundrel Dirty Fighter Formidable Resolve |
| Rank(s) | Contractor Sith Apprentice |
| Faction(s) | Black Sun Syndicate The Sith Order (Nominal) Eternal Union (Extremely Nominal) |
| Species | Human |
| Languages | Galactic Basic Chandrillan ur-Kittât (Broken) Huttese Binary |
| Gender | Fem |
| Force Sensitive | Y |
| Character Alignment | Neutral...ish |
| Height | 180.3cm |
| Weight Class | Featherweight |
| Color Code | #7A6CE9 |
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"Sagrona fucking Teema!"
Cackles filled the halls of The Smiling Knife, which hung in low orbit above the Smuggler's Moon. Vestra Tane, thoroughly wasted, toasted to herself.
This had been a good job. Simple, clean - barely any blasterfire! There could've been more blasterfire, if she were being honest with herself, but, still, this counted as a success.
"Getting better at this," The young scholar said, to no one in particular save perhaps the Knife's onboard computer.
"A couple more of these, I can retire, maybe," She wandered over to a crate - containing her latest haul - and barely noticed as she bumped into one of the walls - too much brandy to process the pain. "Or at least get a bigger ship."
Vestra fumbled with the maglocks on this crate, swore to herself a few times. They really should make these more drunk-accessible, honestly. She pawed at the latch, clumsily, until - click, hissssss. The crate's lid slid and hit the ground with a thunk, and Vestra eyed the contents like she'd just seen her first crush: a holocron, all sleek glass and brass, that positively exuded menace.
Sure, it was a bit rough around the edges. Damaged, fragmentary, almost certainly - but since the Blackwall went up, Artefacts like this were at a premium. Vestra ran her fingers over the glass face of the miniature pyramid, traced the cracks on its surface, and laughed.
All that was left was to crack it open, somehow...
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SCRAPPER 
SCOUNDREL 
SLIPPERY 
SCHOLAR
Vestra Tane is a tall-ish young woman of average, moderately athletic build. A consummate explorer, she has developed good stamina and endurance over her adventures. A consummate scoundrel, she's also developed sharp reflexes and high agility, the better to flee from danger or get in the first punch in a brawl. Her strength is only average, however - certainly strong enough to break a jaw if she gets a solid punch in, but there are certainly much bigger, much stronger fighters out there.
Vestra is, psychologically speaking, just an utter mess. She possesses an enduring love - and lust - for knowledge, and her knowledge of Galactic History in particular is surprisingly vast. She is an exceptionally quick learner, feverishly studious, and a copious note-taker. She's jovial and friendly to most everyone she meets, at least at first, and is always willing to share just about any information with anyone willing to do the same for her.
Vestra is also selfish, self-centered, and hot tempered. While not particularly cruel in her day to day life, she has a tendency towards pettiness and grudge-keeping. She is perhaps frighteningly dishonest, able tell almost any lie without a hint of guilt, and is an unrepentant hedonist to boot. She possesses no loyalties beyond the interpersonal, and even those are shaky sometimes - put simply, Vestra is willing to betray anyone for the right price, unless she is deeply attached to them, utterly terrified of them, or in need of something only they can get her. In a shocking display of personal awareness, Vestra seems to understand what this tendency towards betrayal does to her relationships - betraying her in turn is perhaps the only slight she won't hold against someone.
The first weapon Vestra ever learned to use was the humble knife, and it shows - her approach to combat is less "don't get hurt" and more "make sure you can walk at the end, and the other guy can't." In a melee, she's fast, vicious, and just a bit unhinged; eye gouging, kneecapping, and groin shots are all hallmarks of her style. None of this is to say that she's a fight-to-the-last-breath kind of girl, or that her style of combat is artless; it takes skill to win a fight, and if Vestra starts to think she'll lose one, she has no qualms about turning tail and running...or faking surrender, for that matter.
Vestra's use of the Force is similar; feral, unhinged, but not stupid. Being almost entirely self-taught up to this point, her techniques encompass mostly just the basics; enhancing her physical capacities, boosting her senses, making wounds stop hurting, and a bit of telekinesis and mind-trickery here and there. She has, however, learned the barest hint of Sorcerous power, though she is understandably reluctant to show it off - or share where she learned this Dark little trick.
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[Novice - Beginner - Competent - Proficient - Expert - Master]
COMBAT
- Lightsaber Forms ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Bladed Weapons ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Brawling ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Blasters ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Slugthrowers ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- CONTROL
- Crucitorn ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Enhance Attribute ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Force Speed ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Tutaminis ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Inertia ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- SENSE
- Magnify Senses ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Force Sense ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Sense Force ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Telepathy ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Life Detection ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- ALTER
- Alter Environment ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Mind Trick ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Telekinesis ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Sith Sorcery ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Sutta Chwituskak ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Athletics ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Galactic History ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Cooking ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- First Aid ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Piloting ||| ||| |||| ||| ||| |||
- Stealth ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
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I - BLUE MOON//BLACK SUN
Let Tomorrow Never Come - A heist. The prize: A Sith Wayfinder. A potential in past the Blackwall.
Red Lit Meeting [In Progress] -
Copper and Bone [In Progress] - Power plays. Syndicate Politicking.
Chains of Rothana [In Progress] -
And I Need You More Than Ever [Complete] -
No Disintegrations: Prelude [In Progress] -
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CONTACTS AND ALLIES
Darth Anathemous
Master, teacher, business associate. She seems too kind - she's hiding something. 
Mercy
Vigo. Coworker. Fellow Sith. I don't trust her, but I like her.
ENEMIES, MARKS, AND VICTIMSN/A Surprisingly Empty -
- Cybernetic Right Arm with Hex Grip Hand (Jet-black synthskin with aurum detailing) [Approved by original creator]
- Compelling Argument and Pointed Rebuttal, a pair of vibroweapons
- Lightsaber, Blue Crystal (Stolen)
- Model 5 Carbine, with stock removed
- Armorweave Coat
- Sith Holocron (Corrupted, Fragmentary)
- The Last Laugh, a Cataclyst Raider
- The Red Flag, an Orbalisk Shuttle
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