Vymaas
Character
Vymaas
Art by Rafael Teruel
[Note: things might be up for change, I wrote all this on a rather tired mind.]
NAME: Vymaas or "Vy"
FACTION: Unalligned
RANK: A number
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Late-twenties
SEX: Presumably female
HEIGHT: Roughly 1.70 meters.
WEIGHT: Roughly 70kg
EYES: Blue-gray, but more often than not, it is hidden behind her mask.
HAIR: Dark brown and cut short, but much like her other features, they are hidden.
SKIN: She is a tanned individual; caucasian "middle-eastern".
FORCE SENSITIVE: Alas, the only force Vy is sensitive to is Gravity.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] Selectively Focused Mind & Eyes
Vymaas is a keen and perceptive person, and her line of work very much demands this. Little changes in scenery, quarry-tracking, shimmers of movement ... little escapes her sight. Furthermore, once she focuses on something, it is hard for her to lose track of that, and often tunnel-visions as a result. This is not excluded to combat situations only, as she is able to drown out the chaos to focus herself.
[-] Introverted Dreamer
Though she can be focused, this is her downfall as well. More often than not, her focus is directed towards daydreaming and blocking herself from the outside world, often finding a safe haven in her fantasies and dreams. Many times has she found near death as she doses off into her dreams, escaping collision and death by mere inches and seconds as she maneuvers her ship through the galaxy. Her introversion comes to shine in such situations as well, as she's often found talking to herself, avoiding social contact after particularly chaotic moments, and needing that 'safe space' to charge up her battery. Fortunately, her attire has helped her greatly in remaining anonymous and secluded.
[-] Inconsistent
Vymaas, despite her looks, is an emotional and impulsive person. Though she tries her very best to keep a consistent, stern personality, her emotions guide her more than anything else. Not only do her emotions guide her, but her impulse as well. To ask Vymaas to be at a location at an exact time is to ask too much. "A few minutes don't matter much," she's said many times, as she arrives hours late to the party. Split, irrational decisions are not uncommon for her.
[-] Gullible
In her dreams, there is no corruption. Vymaas is blissfully unaware of people's underlying intentions; be they good or bad. Many times has she worked for corrupt bosses, ignorant to the true cause of her missions and operatives. Or perhaps she just doesn't care. Likely, it's a bit of both.
APPEARANCE:
Biologically, by all means, Vymaas is a woman, but her body does not seem to follow that stereotype. She is muscular and gaunt, sporting slick ropes for arms and legs, a waistline and chest with little curvature, and an angular and sharp face. Many people mistake her for a feminine man, though she minds this little -- after all, she'd look terribly comical in a dress and high heels. Her "soldier-esque" stature is further accentuated by her sharp, judging eyes, and dark-brown locks cut short at the top. However, most of these features are not visible publicly, as she dresses in armour and cloaks, and conceals her face behind a mask.
She carried with her a long-range blaster rifle that, by all means, should no longer be in use. While the weapon does its part, it has seen wear and tear through age and years of usage. A blaster pistol is at her side as well, but that is even less of a price-winner; an old thing from generations back which could fall apart at any moment.
BIOGRAPHY:
She's never minded being a minion; just another number to add to the calculations of war. A nameless face and a faceless name.
Born to an unimportant woman, bedded by an unimportant man, in a village nobody bothered remembering; Vymaas certainly wasn't an outstanding individual of society. Average, would be the word to use for her, but even the average can rise to great heights. Well ... that's what she tells herself, at least.
Her early years had been exactly that; average -- trained as one of many mercenaries of some high ranked individual with more money in their pockets than should be legal. Finding quarries -- be they living or otherwise -- and taking care of them. It was a bounty hunter's work, except it didn't pay as well, but she couldn't complain about the beds provided. But stability can be so boring, and when half the city yells for your boss's head, even the gullible start noticing something is off. A nameless face, that's all she was, and those are the first to die in revolutions like these. To the victor, the end justifies the means, after all.
She was gullible, but not stupid. She took her gear -- and a generous 'salary' to accompany that -- and made her way off into the galaxy. The life of a bounty hunter, but a free-lance one, had always been an alluring thing to her, and now she made it truth. With her trustworthy blaster rifle, customized for long range, she brought in quite the bit of money and fame -- relatively speaking, of course -- as she did her work efficiently and soundlessly. Yet still, she desired more.
Perhaps it was high time this 'average' girl rose to even greater heights ... or just be another minion. No matter what, her daydreams and safe haven in her mind will always be there to keep her safe.
Or not. A dream doesn't provide much tangible protection, after all.
SHIP:
Vymaas 'borrows' a customized HWK-290 from her boss -- who she presumes is dead by now. It's no luxury flight in this ramshackle vehicle, but it does its job, sporting a modest Class 2 Hyperdrive, two laser cannons mounted in the front, a simple shield generator, and other basic needs. It's certainly not her pride and joy, as the ship goes unnamed, unpainted, and unloved.
KILLS:
None!
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None~
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ROLE-PLAYS:
None yet!
Art by Rafael Teruel
[Note: things might be up for change, I wrote all this on a rather tired mind.]
NAME: Vymaas or "Vy"
FACTION: Unalligned
RANK: A number
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Late-twenties
SEX: Presumably female
HEIGHT: Roughly 1.70 meters.
WEIGHT: Roughly 70kg
EYES: Blue-gray, but more often than not, it is hidden behind her mask.
HAIR: Dark brown and cut short, but much like her other features, they are hidden.
SKIN: She is a tanned individual; caucasian "middle-eastern".
FORCE SENSITIVE: Alas, the only force Vy is sensitive to is Gravity.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] Selectively Focused Mind & Eyes
Vymaas is a keen and perceptive person, and her line of work very much demands this. Little changes in scenery, quarry-tracking, shimmers of movement ... little escapes her sight. Furthermore, once she focuses on something, it is hard for her to lose track of that, and often tunnel-visions as a result. This is not excluded to combat situations only, as she is able to drown out the chaos to focus herself.
[-] Introverted Dreamer
Though she can be focused, this is her downfall as well. More often than not, her focus is directed towards daydreaming and blocking herself from the outside world, often finding a safe haven in her fantasies and dreams. Many times has she found near death as she doses off into her dreams, escaping collision and death by mere inches and seconds as she maneuvers her ship through the galaxy. Her introversion comes to shine in such situations as well, as she's often found talking to herself, avoiding social contact after particularly chaotic moments, and needing that 'safe space' to charge up her battery. Fortunately, her attire has helped her greatly in remaining anonymous and secluded.
[-] Inconsistent
Vymaas, despite her looks, is an emotional and impulsive person. Though she tries her very best to keep a consistent, stern personality, her emotions guide her more than anything else. Not only do her emotions guide her, but her impulse as well. To ask Vymaas to be at a location at an exact time is to ask too much. "A few minutes don't matter much," she's said many times, as she arrives hours late to the party. Split, irrational decisions are not uncommon for her.
[-] Gullible
In her dreams, there is no corruption. Vymaas is blissfully unaware of people's underlying intentions; be they good or bad. Many times has she worked for corrupt bosses, ignorant to the true cause of her missions and operatives. Or perhaps she just doesn't care. Likely, it's a bit of both.
APPEARANCE:
Biologically, by all means, Vymaas is a woman, but her body does not seem to follow that stereotype. She is muscular and gaunt, sporting slick ropes for arms and legs, a waistline and chest with little curvature, and an angular and sharp face. Many people mistake her for a feminine man, though she minds this little -- after all, she'd look terribly comical in a dress and high heels. Her "soldier-esque" stature is further accentuated by her sharp, judging eyes, and dark-brown locks cut short at the top. However, most of these features are not visible publicly, as she dresses in armour and cloaks, and conceals her face behind a mask.
She carried with her a long-range blaster rifle that, by all means, should no longer be in use. While the weapon does its part, it has seen wear and tear through age and years of usage. A blaster pistol is at her side as well, but that is even less of a price-winner; an old thing from generations back which could fall apart at any moment.
BIOGRAPHY:
She's never minded being a minion; just another number to add to the calculations of war. A nameless face and a faceless name.
Born to an unimportant woman, bedded by an unimportant man, in a village nobody bothered remembering; Vymaas certainly wasn't an outstanding individual of society. Average, would be the word to use for her, but even the average can rise to great heights. Well ... that's what she tells herself, at least.
Her early years had been exactly that; average -- trained as one of many mercenaries of some high ranked individual with more money in their pockets than should be legal. Finding quarries -- be they living or otherwise -- and taking care of them. It was a bounty hunter's work, except it didn't pay as well, but she couldn't complain about the beds provided. But stability can be so boring, and when half the city yells for your boss's head, even the gullible start noticing something is off. A nameless face, that's all she was, and those are the first to die in revolutions like these. To the victor, the end justifies the means, after all.
She was gullible, but not stupid. She took her gear -- and a generous 'salary' to accompany that -- and made her way off into the galaxy. The life of a bounty hunter, but a free-lance one, had always been an alluring thing to her, and now she made it truth. With her trustworthy blaster rifle, customized for long range, she brought in quite the bit of money and fame -- relatively speaking, of course -- as she did her work efficiently and soundlessly. Yet still, she desired more.
Perhaps it was high time this 'average' girl rose to even greater heights ... or just be another minion. No matter what, her daydreams and safe haven in her mind will always be there to keep her safe.
Or not. A dream doesn't provide much tangible protection, after all.
SHIP:
Vymaas 'borrows' a customized HWK-290 from her boss -- who she presumes is dead by now. It's no luxury flight in this ramshackle vehicle, but it does its job, sporting a modest Class 2 Hyperdrive, two laser cannons mounted in the front, a simple shield generator, and other basic needs. It's certainly not her pride and joy, as the ship goes unnamed, unpainted, and unloved.
KILLS:
None!
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None~
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ROLE-PLAYS:
None yet!