Aun Liss
Character
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NAME: Aun Liss
FACTION: The Galactic Republic
RANK: Combat Engineer
SPECIES: Deilokin
AGE: 32
SEX: Female
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Basic Racial Traits (Technological and cybernetic affinity, poison immunity and excellent eyesight)
+Great humor (While just as cultured as the majority of her race, she’s not above cracking a joke or two with that witty intellect)
+Agile (Her frailty prevents her from being a warrior, but she’s nevertheless nimble)
+Marksman (Great shot, though it may be due to her heavily modded pistol)
-Basic Racial Traits (Simple lungs, Scope vision, Frail)
-Tends to over analyze or be entirely oblivious (relationships tend to suffer from this)
-Can grow flustered under pressure (Due to mishaps while a combat mechanic)
-Overconfidence with tech (may lead to small, beginner mistakes)
APPEARANCE:
HEIGHT: 1.6m
WEIGHT: 105lbs
EYES: Light blue.
HAIR: Gray
SKIN: Light grayish-blue.
BIOGRAPHY:
The years of Gulag Virus were not kind to the Deilokin, that much was clear. Due to the nature of their delicate immune systems, there were a great amount Aun’s generation that were left without parents, or on occasion, relatives altogether. Even worse, there often were not enough adults to care for the children left in orphanages. Their economy reeling from a structural collapse, there was often little aid to be sent. However… In a world as technologically advanced as Deilos, there was no shortage of spare parts lying about. Aun Liss spent the better part of her early years raising old droids from the dead and helping to program them to be suitable for use in various areas with extreme labourer shortages. Along with her friend Fassin, the pair single-handedly repaired enough droids to revive their home, Selve district, at the tender age of 10.
From there, she worked to raise an army of medical droids to care for the still-stickly adults after her mother finally succumbed to the plague-like disease. Through the moisture in her eyes, Aun worked nearly non-stop to repair faulty droids and wrote her own programs to pour through any news pertaining to the Gulag virus flowing in from the galaxy about possible cures. Around this time, the Ministry of Health had already been began to bring in individuals for modifications to their bio-stabilizer implants as a means to prevent the virus, but for those already infected, it was much too late.
The moment she was cleared to interact with the victims of the virus, Aun took over the care of her mother when she wasn’t in school, but her brilliant mind just couldn’t comprehend how to help her beautiful mother as she faded right before her eyes. During the last few weeks of her life, she told Aun of the wonderful man she had once known, the man that she knew to be Aun’s father. As a dancer, she partook in many festivals, ones that soldiers like Aun's father would often visit. The tapestry of memories lain bare brought tears to the young Aun’s eyes, and she soon found her head bowed and her hands clutched around the cold, clammy fingers of a brilliant flame extinguished too soon.
While government aid wasn’t much, it was enough for Aun to get by, avoiding ending up in an orphanage herself. Sixteen now, she was legally able to earn cash for the droids she repaired and the programs she wrote. Because of the reputation she’d built so young, a number of grateful adults chose to bring their defective droids to Aun due to the low charges she’d offer for repair work. For someone so young, she was certainly one of the few that understood just how devastating these times could be. Pooling her resources with her childhood friend Fassin as a sort of informal marriage (complete with the occasional bout of romance, though that never stuck), Aun managed to keep her head above water for a long while.
The more Deilos began to rebuild and attempt to put the past behind them, the rougher things began to get for orphaned children like Aun whom had dropped out of school to earn a living in place of deceased parents. Because of her lack of education, Aun slowly found herself slipping behind on new technology, and losing business simply because she couldn’t keep up. Realizing her situation too late, Aun no longer had the cash to reeducate herself, and in a similar situation, Fassin wasn’t of much help, either.
Having little choice in the matter and even fewer ties to her homeworld, Aun left the planet in favor of the Republic’s military force, seeking a new start. Because of the cleverness of her hands and sharp mind, Aun took the route of a combat mechanic, where her nimble figure and quick thinking would be of best use. Fassin was the lucky one in that regard; though it pained him to see Aun building herself up to put herself on the front lines, as her personality demanded, he was chosen for the Intelligence division and out of harm’s way (relatively).
Fresh out of training, Aun was ill prepared for what awaited her upon the invasion of Coruscant. The chaos of the battle field scattered her normally calm demeanor to the four winds, and she spent the majority of the battle scurrying about with shaking hands, fumbling more often than not around simple tasks. When it came her time to shine, to repair a pair of damaged escape vehicles, Aun set her mind to the task with ceaseless determination, working with her droids to stabilize the sparking rigs enough to get them space-bound. The hull damage was easily fixed with the numerous temporary epoxies combat mechanics had in their employs, but a single mis-connected wire to the guidance systems would spell doom for the smaller vessel. Aun watched it fall away as her own ship made its getaway, horror plain for anyone to see. Visibly shaken, the officer in charge of her debrief granted Aun a one-month exemption from further combat duty to allow her to gather her wits.
A week remains, and with each passing day, Aun both dreads and looks forward to the challenge that awaits her with renewed active service.
PERSONAL TECH:
[WIP; tech specs TBA]
-Modded R-X Recon Droid(s). Equipped with standard mechanic current-gen tools. Guided by vest-mounted AI. Relatively disposable.
-Standard Deilokin personal breathing mask for type I environments. Modded visor.
-Implanted visor display. Expressions can be displayed using simple LED faces (programmable). Situation-oriented internal HUD displays a plethora of useful information.
-Modded semi-auto rifle with interchangeable rounds. Standard issue for combat engineers, with few mods. Interfaces with visor HUD for assisted aiming, ammunition count and rifle diagnostics.
-Personal side arm; modded standard-issue pistol. Interfaces with visor HUD for assisted aiming, ammunition count and pistol diagnostics.
-Standard vest-mounted computing system for exo-cortex computation and AI housing. Directly compatible with implanted chip located within the user’s brain.
-Gungnir-Series Mark II body armor.
KILLS:
-N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
-N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
-N/A
NAME: Aun Liss
FACTION: The Galactic Republic
RANK: Combat Engineer
SPECIES: Deilokin
AGE: 32
SEX: Female
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Basic Racial Traits (Technological and cybernetic affinity, poison immunity and excellent eyesight)
+Great humor (While just as cultured as the majority of her race, she’s not above cracking a joke or two with that witty intellect)
+Agile (Her frailty prevents her from being a warrior, but she’s nevertheless nimble)
+Marksman (Great shot, though it may be due to her heavily modded pistol)
-Basic Racial Traits (Simple lungs, Scope vision, Frail)
-Tends to over analyze or be entirely oblivious (relationships tend to suffer from this)
-Can grow flustered under pressure (Due to mishaps while a combat mechanic)
-Overconfidence with tech (may lead to small, beginner mistakes)
APPEARANCE:
HEIGHT: 1.6m
WEIGHT: 105lbs
EYES: Light blue.
HAIR: Gray
SKIN: Light grayish-blue.
BIOGRAPHY:
The years of Gulag Virus were not kind to the Deilokin, that much was clear. Due to the nature of their delicate immune systems, there were a great amount Aun’s generation that were left without parents, or on occasion, relatives altogether. Even worse, there often were not enough adults to care for the children left in orphanages. Their economy reeling from a structural collapse, there was often little aid to be sent. However… In a world as technologically advanced as Deilos, there was no shortage of spare parts lying about. Aun Liss spent the better part of her early years raising old droids from the dead and helping to program them to be suitable for use in various areas with extreme labourer shortages. Along with her friend Fassin, the pair single-handedly repaired enough droids to revive their home, Selve district, at the tender age of 10.
From there, she worked to raise an army of medical droids to care for the still-stickly adults after her mother finally succumbed to the plague-like disease. Through the moisture in her eyes, Aun worked nearly non-stop to repair faulty droids and wrote her own programs to pour through any news pertaining to the Gulag virus flowing in from the galaxy about possible cures. Around this time, the Ministry of Health had already been began to bring in individuals for modifications to their bio-stabilizer implants as a means to prevent the virus, but for those already infected, it was much too late.
The moment she was cleared to interact with the victims of the virus, Aun took over the care of her mother when she wasn’t in school, but her brilliant mind just couldn’t comprehend how to help her beautiful mother as she faded right before her eyes. During the last few weeks of her life, she told Aun of the wonderful man she had once known, the man that she knew to be Aun’s father. As a dancer, she partook in many festivals, ones that soldiers like Aun's father would often visit. The tapestry of memories lain bare brought tears to the young Aun’s eyes, and she soon found her head bowed and her hands clutched around the cold, clammy fingers of a brilliant flame extinguished too soon.
While government aid wasn’t much, it was enough for Aun to get by, avoiding ending up in an orphanage herself. Sixteen now, she was legally able to earn cash for the droids she repaired and the programs she wrote. Because of the reputation she’d built so young, a number of grateful adults chose to bring their defective droids to Aun due to the low charges she’d offer for repair work. For someone so young, she was certainly one of the few that understood just how devastating these times could be. Pooling her resources with her childhood friend Fassin as a sort of informal marriage (complete with the occasional bout of romance, though that never stuck), Aun managed to keep her head above water for a long while.
The more Deilos began to rebuild and attempt to put the past behind them, the rougher things began to get for orphaned children like Aun whom had dropped out of school to earn a living in place of deceased parents. Because of her lack of education, Aun slowly found herself slipping behind on new technology, and losing business simply because she couldn’t keep up. Realizing her situation too late, Aun no longer had the cash to reeducate herself, and in a similar situation, Fassin wasn’t of much help, either.
Having little choice in the matter and even fewer ties to her homeworld, Aun left the planet in favor of the Republic’s military force, seeking a new start. Because of the cleverness of her hands and sharp mind, Aun took the route of a combat mechanic, where her nimble figure and quick thinking would be of best use. Fassin was the lucky one in that regard; though it pained him to see Aun building herself up to put herself on the front lines, as her personality demanded, he was chosen for the Intelligence division and out of harm’s way (relatively).
Fresh out of training, Aun was ill prepared for what awaited her upon the invasion of Coruscant. The chaos of the battle field scattered her normally calm demeanor to the four winds, and she spent the majority of the battle scurrying about with shaking hands, fumbling more often than not around simple tasks. When it came her time to shine, to repair a pair of damaged escape vehicles, Aun set her mind to the task with ceaseless determination, working with her droids to stabilize the sparking rigs enough to get them space-bound. The hull damage was easily fixed with the numerous temporary epoxies combat mechanics had in their employs, but a single mis-connected wire to the guidance systems would spell doom for the smaller vessel. Aun watched it fall away as her own ship made its getaway, horror plain for anyone to see. Visibly shaken, the officer in charge of her debrief granted Aun a one-month exemption from further combat duty to allow her to gather her wits.
A week remains, and with each passing day, Aun both dreads and looks forward to the challenge that awaits her with renewed active service.
PERSONAL TECH:
[WIP; tech specs TBA]
-Modded R-X Recon Droid(s). Equipped with standard mechanic current-gen tools. Guided by vest-mounted AI. Relatively disposable.
-Standard Deilokin personal breathing mask for type I environments. Modded visor.
-Implanted visor display. Expressions can be displayed using simple LED faces (programmable). Situation-oriented internal HUD displays a plethora of useful information.
-Modded semi-auto rifle with interchangeable rounds. Standard issue for combat engineers, with few mods. Interfaces with visor HUD for assisted aiming, ammunition count and rifle diagnostics.
-Personal side arm; modded standard-issue pistol. Interfaces with visor HUD for assisted aiming, ammunition count and pistol diagnostics.
-Standard vest-mounted computing system for exo-cortex computation and AI housing. Directly compatible with implanted chip located within the user’s brain.
-Gungnir-Series Mark II body armor.
KILLS:
-N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
-N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
-N/A
