Ashlee Nimir
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Ashlee N. Nimir
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Name: Ashlee Nova Nimir, but please just Ash~
Faction: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Rank: Queen and Viceroy of Sedesia
Species: Human
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Height: 5'8"
Eyes: Jade
Hair: Long, Black
Force: Not sensitive.
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Coming from a rich family, she has a lot of money, if that counts as a strength
She picks up things quickly, but gets bored quickly when doing the same things
Comfortable in rich settings, while she doesn't like it, she is good at entertaining and socializing with the upper class
She is smart and witty in a discussion, can easily control a conversation, and enjoys doing so, treating every conversation like a game of chess to win, not just two people talking.
Weaknesses:
Naive to the brutality of the world, much more trusting, and unknowing about many of the common threats
Bad at understanding common things people do, things like shaking hands, sharing a drink-are all foreign to her
She has a hard time expressing herself, especially when it comes to friends or loved ones, she would rather give an expensive gift then tell or explain how much she cares about someone.
Appearance: See picture or read above I guess; dark skin, long black hair, jade eyes.
She often wears;
A tight fitting, black undershirt that is long enough to go over her hips, a thick crop top jacket, a hooded grey cloak with white and gold insides that only covers half of her (Clever, I know), a messenger bag and a belt with various utilities on it (Again, so clever, a . . utility belt no one is going to read this far so its fine)
Bio:
Her parents were adventurers, they explored all over the galaxy looking for artifacts and rare, expensive items. They were simply interested in learning about cultures, and the way the ancient world worked. Their adventures took them all over the outer rim, to unexplored planets and uncovering places that haven't been seen in hundreds of years. As their collection grew, their love grew as well, taking a small break to have a child. .
. . but as their collection grew, they drew the eyes of the powerful and the rich. They sold part of their collection to these people, making enough money to fund their next expeditions-and a little for themselves. A simple cycle that lead to more and more greed. 'Just a little more' became their motto, driving them to keep collecting, becoming more ruthless. It wasn't about learning anymore, it was now about making money. They killed, and destroyed-anything to get a few more relics, make a little more money.
They set their daughter up on their very own barren planet, with a gold plated mansion, a lone statement, standing tall against the decay of the land. She stayed there for most of her life alone, with only a few butlers and maids, too busy with keeping the house clean and tidy to look after a young girl. Cold and distant, she only saw her parents when they came back to sell their collection, showering her with gifts and love-and then promptly leaving. 'We will be back soon, and then we can play' is what they kept repeating.
She didn't cry when they died. She was just 16, but it seemed stupid to cry, it was just something that happened. Their last command was to keep Ashlee safe. . secure. . 'keep her in the mansion', surely the only way to keep her safe. She was confused, now all alone, but things happen and she had been alone a lot. It took two years for her to come to terms with her new life, responsibility, an empire to run, a planet of her own, untold riches under her name.
Like anyone with immense riches and nothing to do with it, she entertained other rich and powerful people. She had no concept of the little people they trampled over, so her home became a place where downright evil people flocked to have fun. Parties with some of the most powerful and rich people around, her mansion becoming quite the hot spot for anyone with money to be entertained.
She got the nickname 'Cold Queen' as she treated her parties like a giant game, a snake weaving through the conversation, a game of chess she played masterfully. The name Nimir had become synonymous with ruthless as her parent's brutality grew, and their daughter was nothing but ruthless, anyone who did something wrong at one of her parties, as much as eating with a wrong utensil was thrown out and barred from returning.
Even this life started to bore her, unchallenged, her eyes turned to the skies, hearing stories about her parents who danced across the stars in space ships, even her guests come and go as they pleased through the misty stars. It had been years, now 23, and all she could do was stare into the stars, wanting more, wanting adventure.
So she ran away-not an easy thing when her butlers and maids were there to keep her here. After lots of calculated planning, she finally made her way out. With only a few credits and a handful of supplies to her name, she found herself on a small planet with little knowledge of where she was or what she was doing. A bounty was placed on her head for her brought back alive . . .
(too long? iddc im dumb and have heaedahce and i can't type thank you bye, ahh dont hit me)
Ship: She does technically own several ships, but at the moment she doesn't have access to any of them-so . . . tl:dr: she doesn't have a ship atm
Kills: None
Bounties: None
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RPs: none atm
