Xandari Eriss
Character
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BASICS:
NAME: Xandari Eriss
ALIAS: Xan, Ari, etc.
FACTION:
RANK: Weapons Specialist/Enthusiast
SPECIES: Falleen
AGE: 19
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.76 m
WEIGHT: 66.67 kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Red, Green (Mood variant, more often than not, red)
SEXUALITY: Demisexual
MARITAL STATUS: Single
LANGUAGES: Falleen (Native), Basic (Fluent)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force Dead
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:+Headstrong to take on anyone: As a Falleen and a having tendency to be suspicious in general, Xandari is completely resistant to mind tricks. Attempting one is a bit of an insult.
+Bang Bang Bang: A tinkerer who likes going out with a bang, Xandari’s spent much of her time growing at least proficient in every sort of weapon she can get her hands on. The mid to long range ones, especially the ones that go boom, are her favorite
+Curiosity Killed the Cat: A tinkerer both by trade and in as entertainment, Xan has a tendency to find out what makes things tick.
+/- Prosthetic arm: A juvenile thief back in the day, Xan’s partner in crime was quick to leave the Falleen in the dust when a deal went wrong. The reckless escape attempt resulted in a crushed arm and several months locked away. The arm itself is pretty basic, able to take a hit and lift a bit more than its fleshy counterpart, but otherwise it’s just an arm.
+/- Sexy and I (Don't) Know it: With the symmetrical features, ability to alter skin pigment, and exuding of pheromones irresistible to both sexes, Eriss has the potential to be a master seductress. That is, she would if she had any interest or control over her pheromones. It’s become way too common for something she says to be taken to be far more promiscuous than intended, much to Xandari’s chagrin.
-Scatterbrained: With Xan’s vexing lack of control over her pheromones also comes the fluster that follows. More often than not, a flustered Xan is a dangerous one, with her missing details and digging herself into even bigger holes.
-Slow to trust: After multiple instances of interactions gone wrong, especially once someone figures out their friendliness to her is artificial, Xandari has closed herself off to most, only gradually growing to enjoy the company of others.
-Mistaken Species: With partiality towards the warmer pigments of skin color, Xandari is often mistaken for a Zeltron. She absolutely hates it yet reacting strongly to the grievous insult would only mimic the typical hot headedness of a Zeltron. Thus, Xandari's trapped in a corner.
-Dismissive as all get out: The Falleen are the master race, that much is a given. That arrogance and the pride Eriss has in her trade often render her unwilling to take advice with much interest.
APPEARANCE:
Taller than the average Falleen, the reptilian’s small scales usually remain red in pigment. Hair dark and shoulder length, it's styled in such a way that it remains out of her face and nothing more. She keeps a slim figure, not quite athletic, but she’ll hold her own in a physical pinch. Her left arm has been cybernetic for a couple years now, built to match her form and perhaps just an inch or two small from a lack of size adjustment over the years. While her face seems relatively-ridge free and really quite ‘normal looking’ (furthering how some may mistake her for Zeltron), subtle ridges line her spine. Also like all Falleen, her fingers and toes are slightly clawed.
Beginning training with the Angeli Mortis, Xandari was forced to adopt a more physical regimen of fitness. Becoming more augmented muscle than flab, she still remains one of the least physically imposing members of the Dread Guard, at least in sheer brutality. This, she makes up for with weapons combat and bursts of agility.
BIOGRAPHY:
Can you hear the prayer of the children? On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room. Empty eyes with no more tears to cry turning heavenward toward the light.
Born to the lower classes of Falleen hierarchy, Xandari’s early years were ones of poverty. Money was always short, bread always stale, parents always working. The perpetual struggle to make ends meet had the youth almost raising herself, sometimes with little idea of where the next meal would come from and when. Still, the Eriss household was a loving one in which sacrifices were made to preserve their sense of family. At least, that was the facade both Xandari and her younger brother were told to believe. At the ripe age of five, Xan lost her mother. To sickness, is what the two children were told, though Xan could swear she’d seen a woman looking a lot like her mother associating with the upper class.
Crying ‘Jesus, help me to feel the morning light of one more day. But if I should die before I wake, I pray my soul to take.’
Now with only their father’s income to live on, things were not looking good for the Eriss group. A small-time weapons technician, her father made enough for them to barely get by and even then, it was rough. The small family found momentary leave, at the cost of her brother’s life. Taken by sickness, the young boy didn’t stand a chance. For a time, it looked like Xan too would shuffle off the mortal coil as the illness made its rounds. Confined to bed for a good week or two, each night be a question of whether or not it’d be her last. In the harder moments, she accepted death, welcomed it even. Other times, she’d pray to whatever entity was out there, imploring that she’d have at least another night, or if at all else, she’d go in her sleep.
At the end of the day you’re another day older. And that’s all you can say for the life of the poor.
Within a few years, life got a bit easier for the now twosome of Xandari and her father. Outside of basic study, she couldn’t afford to attend much schooling and instead took up her father’s trade. While speaking to actual customers was no place for the youth, she spent much of her time ‘round back, just figuring out how things work. A tinkerer by nature, Xan turned this skill into both a source of entertainment and a fallback whenever nerves seemed to be getting the better of her. Sure, life still wasn’t the best for the two, but things were certainly looking up. One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be living.
Around the time Xan was starting to move out on her own in the business realm, her father’s health started failing. Years of overwork with little recuperation had not been kind to the man, nor did the continual exposure to firefight, giving the nature of his occupation. Fortunately, his death happened at a time in which Xan was nearly independent, giving her that final push towards semi-adulthood, rather, the closest she could get to adulthood at the age of seventeen. Still holding on to her naivete, she was quick to trust friends she had made in her beginnings as a freelance worker. It wasn’t difficult for these new friends to convince her to ditch her temporary establishment and turn to a life of crime. Namely, amatuer thievery. Through her interactions with this crew, her pheromones were happy to act on their own accord, with Xan unwittingly seducing the leader of her new companions. A confession of love preceded a mission, leading to an awkward denial and an all around uncomfortable situation. Unaware of how things can go with rejections, Xandari thought nothing of what the awkward encounter would do to the mission. When the mark went wrong and they ended up fleeing for their lives, Xan found herself abandoned by her ‘friends’ and left to her own devices. Panicked, the Falleen did her best to escape on her own, the result being a few months in prison and the loss of her arm.
With an early parole due to her lack of involvement in the thievery itself, Xandari returned to being a weapons technician, eventually saving up enough money for a down payment to be fitted with a prosthetic arm. Later on, as work was growing inconsistent and bills were catching up, Xan received the call to join the Angeli Mortis, a group of augmented supersoldiers for the Dominion. With little else to do other than work herself to death, Xandari answered the call.
ABILITIES:
Combat (Hand to Hand) - - - - - - - - - -
Combat (Blaster) - - - - - - - - - -
Combat (Vibrowhip) - - - - - - - - - -
Combat (Explosives) - - - - - - - - - -
Social - - - - - - - - - -
GEAR:
Cardio-Muscular Packagehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Cardio-Muscular_Package
Hifoldhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Hifold_Sensory_Package Sensory Packagehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Hifold_Sensory_Package
Response http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Response_iMprOVEMENT_PackageiMprOVEMENT Packagehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Response_iMprOVEMENT_Package
SB-01 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/39112-sb-01-smartblood/Smartbloodhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/39112-sb-01-smartblood/
Cybernetic Respiratorhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Cybernetic_respirator
Combat Implanthttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Combat_implant
Bacta Processing Implanthttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bacta_processing_implant
Q-22 Retinal Trackerhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Q-22_retinal_tracker
Lornanhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Lornan_implant Implanthttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Lornan_implant
Implant Armorhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Implant_armor
Beemon Packagehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Beemon_package
Cortical Datasplinthttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Cortical_datasplint
Bio-http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bio-stabilizer_implantStabalizer Implanthttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bio-stabilizer_implant
Cybernetic Arm