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Cim Salro

Cim Salro

Member Since 14 Apr 2018
Offline Last Active Nov 19 2018 11:25 AM

Bring Me to Life

10 September 2018 - 12:10 PM

The last time Cim met with Sith Lord and leader of the Confederacy, Darth Metus, it was strictly business. But since that time, the Anzati could not give any enthusiastic news that “business was good.”
Bha’lir trade had been terrible actually, and she only had herself to blame. After Nydo’s untimely death at the hands of a rival smuggling group, all she seemed to do was wallow in grief, hunt and kill for fun and shuffle a few crates of ryll around to make ends meet.
So when Metus sent her a message to meet her on Ryloth, not for dinner but at the Floating Rock Gardens of all places, immediately the remote location made Cim worry that she was going to be executed. That’s what Sith Lord’s did right? And not only did she fret that her venture had not been profitable enough to warrant her survival, she’d heard rumors that Metus was one of the Tribunal Members, secret to all members. 
Again that would mean he may have known Nydo and to talk to someone who had known the man for whom she grieved so intensely… it might be worth the risk.
As the dark-haired Anzati approached the rendezvous point, the humidity increased until the rush of water in her ears made her realize there was moisture nearby. As she rounded the corner, the majestic sight of a waterfall cascading off of a giant, jagged floating rock caught her breath for a moment, but with the oppressive feeling of being under threat, the wonderment of the view did not last long.
"Hello?" Cim ventured, her husky voice echoing between the vaulted rocks.

Silver Clouds May Pass

02 September 2018 - 09:12 PM

Lately with the exodus of most of her smuggling group, The Black Bha’lir, Cim spent a lot of time at Point Modie’s most infamous cantina. Aside from just the local scuttlebutt one could get by spending time in the dark dome-shaped building, it was said that the Lok Revenants, pirates who began to infiltrate Maramere in 24 BBY, used to conduct their business in the Cloud. And perhaps still operated in secret here today.
Cim had only herself to blame for the demise of her group and almost her livelihood with it. But this afternoon she would not dwell on it.
In fact, she sat outside at one of the tables, a wide umbrella stretched across it to keep out the bright sun. And for even more protection, the redhead Anazti held a small black parasol, along with matching side sunglasses. Of course the alien would not melt with the heat, but at the same, she did get slightly uncomfortable in oppressive sunlight and humidity.
To get back in the game one needs protection, she mused. She’d been reckless and lazy, relying on her own survival skills, which of course would allow her to flourish, but not in an organization. Not if she wanted to rebuild the Black Bha’lir.
So like a monument she would take each stone and put it into its proper place, until the entire grand display was erected. This first stone was Fenrir Eshen.

The Rise of the Black Bha'lir [Open to CIS]

15 May 2018 - 06:54 PM





As if Cim Salro’s escape from Korbin was not dramatic enough, once the Sultana of Spice fled the First Order’s seizure of her kyrf plantations, the Anzati’s ship crashed more than halfway to Wild Space, her chosen destination.
And on Tynnashe’d met Nydo. Nydo Aschansa. 
The planet itself was nothing to write home about. A frigid world, its main inhabitants were Tynnans, small rodent-like creatures who were no match for the criminals which had taken root in the city of Lutris.
These criminals were led by Nydo and his smuggler’s society called The Black Bha’lir.
And after a tense firefight one cold night, near Lutris Lake, Cim surrendered to the Bha’lir, yet no Stockholm Syndrome was needed to keep her with them. She immediately fell for Nydo. And her spice operations swiftly began again with only one hiccup - their proximity to the Galactic Alliance. After a bit of research, Cim told the head of the Bha’lir:
“I have a tip, Mah ji muna. There’s an island on Maramere. Very hidden but large enough for what we need. We could go there and begin to expand. Only the Confederacy has the coordinates. But I have a tip that we can find these on Geonosis. And both of us can stop running.”
The Black Bha’lir had been on Tynna for years, but Nydo agreed. It would be a matter of months before the Alliance assisted the Tynnans, and that meant being uprooted. “Let’s build something together,” whispered Cim, all honey, promises and Anzati hypnosis.
“Sounds perfect,” he agreed in a gravely baritone. “The Rites of Retribution demand we remove an old member, and he just happens to be hiding in the CIS capital.” 
Present Day...
The small contingent of smuggler’s and criminals flew into Geonosis undetected and set up in an abandoned Geonosian cave. They’d picked up some newcomers along the way, and it was time to get to know the crew.

Cim Salro

17 April 2018 - 06:14 AM

NICKNAMES: Sultana of Spice
RANK: Spice Queen/Pirate
AGE: 255 (Adult)
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’8”
WEIGHT: 124 lbs
EYES: Blue irises, that turn amber when she’s feeding
HAIR: Sometimes she changes the color, but it's normally kept long and past her shoulders
SKIN: Grayish to tan depending on her time in the sun
  • Her skin is cold and corpse-like as Anzati generate no body heat or a pulse. Sometimes Cim uses this to her advantage when she wants to “play dead” or is trying to trap someone to feed on them.
  • Needs to suck the "Sea of Memory” from human and alien victims in order to stay alive.
  • Has very little interest in the illegal spice in which she deals. She prefers the more living intoxicants and takes pleasure in the pain and fear of her victims
  • Racial traits including quick reflexes, stealth, hypnosis and enhanced strength
  • Gets hangry if she hasn’t fed for awhile, loses temper and can become reckless and prone to bad decision-making. This coupled with her constant paranoid of being betrayed gives her the personality of a murderous mind-witch.
Cim resembles a human female for the most part until her proboscises emerged, and then for most familiar with her alien race it would be apparent (perhaps too late to escape even) that she was an Anzat about to feed.
Cim’s life began on the planet of Anzat, a dangerous world for those not of the native race. Lucky for her she’s 100% pureblood Anzati, daughter of parents in the lucrative business of peddling spice addiction. In this particular scheme a victim would become enslaved to illegal substances and therefore a slave to the particular Anzati who provided their supply, giving the supplier an endless life source on which to feed.
In an effort to strike out on her own, during her early years, Cim was in charge of a floating spaceport located just outside the atmosphere of Anzat which became a hotbed of spice trade and crime. Unfortunately a rival gang eventually drove the scheming alien away where she established more of a presence in the Unknown Regions slowly taking her business to the Core again.
Cim Salro is now the head of a smuggling operation that deals with illegal spice, thus earning her the nickname of Sultana of Spice throughout the Inner Rim, particularly between the planets of Korbin and Shasfath, neutral planets unoccupied by neither the First Order or the Galactic Alliance. In addition to her normal customers and trade routes, Cim recently took her gang planetside to Korbin and systematically over a couple of years using assassination, threats and your typical criminal mob mentality took hold of the lucrative Kyrf plantations, bribing Cross-Galactic Mining to begin working with her and her business partners (pirates).
The addition of the alcoholic beverage that could be made with fermented Kyrf provided a healthy revenue stream in addition to her spice trade, and she had no plans to move off of Korbin, despite the locals complaints about the increase in crime on the planet because of the Sultana’s presence. But eventually her operations caught notice of the First Order who forcefully evicted her. 
After leaving Korbin, Cim met the head of a smuggling group called The Black Bha'lir, a human named Nydo Aschansa. She joined forces with the Bha'lir and eventually fell in love with Nydo. For the first time, Cim experienced happiness and pleasure not related to her business activities. Yet this pleasant period in her life was short lived as Nydo was killed by a rival smuggling gang.
Since then, the Anzati has never been the same. She tends to operate on her own now with only one or two close confidants. Her feeding habits have become even more erratic and the only joy she experiences is when she's stalking and killing her prey.
The Oracle Stone which she won in a Mystery Auction
The Aschansa, her ship, which she affectionately named after her dead lover. When she's in a particularly bad or restless mood - which is much of the time - she calls it The Sultana's Suicide Ride.