BABY'S FIRST BIO
NAME: Nizzalal'dira
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Twi'lek
AGE: 36
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'7''
WEIGHT: 123
EYES: Brown
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Cyan
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Nizza is quite a dab hand with melee weapons, particularly light weapons that can be wielded with one hand, however due to the fact that she is missing one eye her depth perception is poor and mistakes are made if she is not cautious enough particularly when she's on the offensive.
Trusting Nizzal'dira in the cockpit of any vessel is pretty much a guaranteed death sentence for any passenger. It's not that she can't fly, it's that the woman is a complete and utter maniac when in control of any kind of space craft.
EQUIPMENT:
1 LaserHone Duelist Vibrorapier
1 DC-15s Side Arm Blaster
BIOGRAPHY:
This is a biography of a Twi'lek, so it's slavery time!
Born on Ryloth in the city of Kala'uun nto the average family Nizza was an only child, her two parents both teachers on the upper layer of the city were if anything, completely unremarkable. Of course due to the nature of her parents employment and with no sibling the young Twi'lek was encouraged to be as studious as possible, which unfortunately was not Nizza's cup of tea. However as cautious and realistic parents, they were sure to educate her about the very real dangers of slavery (as one would approach the birds and the bees talks, I imagine).
If you don't have your eyes painted on, then you can see the blatant foreshadowing.
At the tender age of fifteen, Master Slavery came knocking at the door. It happened during the annual field trip to the Floating Rock Gardens of Ryloth. Truth be told, Nizza can't recall the event itself having been rendered unconscious fairly quickly in the chaos.
So a new chapter of her life began in Waric Larbec's (a rather corpulent Rodian, if you must know) den on Nar Shaddaa, however it was not as tragic as one might imagined.
Taking on her parents advice, Nizzalal'dira kept her head down and caused minimal fuss. She would dance, and she would entertain but always made sure to remain very low profile. After all, catching a Crime Lord's eye would rarely take you down a pleasant road. Time passed and the days melted together in what could only be described as working a full time job, except, y'know, without pay and you can't leave, ever.
Of course, our story has to go SOMEWHERE!
However interests became piqued and those interests belong to the Twi'lek herself. Often when dancing for certain kinds of scum, they would make boasts and tell stories of their escapades and adventures which fascinated Nizza and it was then, at the age of nineteen she felt lust, the lust for excitement and to live the tales that these patrons told.
I could imagine that when you're a space-faring mercenary you'd quite enjoy a pretty face being genuinely enraptured by your tales and not just a gyrating flesh-bag of smiles and nods. Much of the time Nizza began to be the favourite of a few patrons, and when she should have been providing them the entertainment she would merely sit and listen to the many Canderous Ordo-esque tales.
But the lust grew, and Nizza remained a mere entertainer, a slave and just being told stories was not enough. She must have had one hell of a gleam in those eyes because her favourite client, the mercenary known as Vuul took notice, and in a private session (wink wink, nudge nudge) he asked her if she would like to hold his vibroblade (hold on, that one has no sexual implications!) It was love at first grip (NO! NOT PENIS!).
From then on, he trained her in private and surprisingly with no negative ramifications. If a mercenary and a slave go into the red room and both come out gleaming with sweat then how could you raise suspicion? It was not love that blossomed here, but a spectacular friendship and a shared interest in what one might describe as swashbuckling, even if one party had never truly experienced it.
So this is why at the age of twenty-one, Vuul bought Nizza from Waric, who had no qualms letting go an average slave who only brought in average profits go especially for the handsome price that had been paid. As soon as her freedom had been acquired, Vuul took Nizza to a weapons dealer to pick her own blade, the LaserHone Duelist Vibrorapier.
Well, she's had a surprisingly easy life so far!
However, one's life could only go on for so long without tragedy occurring. It had seemed to good to be true, she had taken to the life of a mercenary like a gizka took to breeding and it was only their third outing when things took a turn for the worse. It was supposed to be a simple spice heist. However information was leaked and what they stumbled into was a trap. It was a slaughter. Vuul's men were cut down and it was here Nizza tasted real pain for the first time. The woman was incredibly lucky to only lose an eye to shrapnel, if her tales are to be believed, it was lodged a mere inch from her brain. The situation was hopeless, and with that she fled, presuming Vuul and the rest of the mercenaries dead.
However, one's life could only go on for so long without tragedy occurring. It had seemed to good to be true, she had taken to the life of a mercenary like a gizka took to breeding and it was only their third outing when things took a turn for the worse. It was supposed to be a simple spice heist. However information was leaked and what they stumbled into was a trap. It was a slaughter. Vuul's men were cut down and it was here Nizza tasted real pain for the first time. The woman was incredibly lucky to only lose an eye to shrapnel, if her tales are to be believed, it was lodged a mere inch from her brain. The situation was hopeless, and with that she fled, presuming Vuul and the rest of the mercenaries dead.
It took Nizzalal'dira three years to enact her revenge.
Despite the fact that cybernetics are very easily accessed, she never got a new eye, keeping an empty socket as a reminder and as her own personal memorial, not only that, Nizza only thought it fitting to name her virborapier Vuul, after a great friend and the man to whom she owed her freedom.
As mentioned in the snazzy title, she set off on a nigh-impossible mission to find the bastard who leaked the information regarding the spice heist. Also, interesting note here: Nizzalal'dira is not very fond of information brokers and if you happened to be one, expect to experience symptoms such as 'getting punched in the face'.
There is no need to elaborate, when matters concern very dead men of little importance.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
But good choices on ships.
