Bal'Falan Hasati
Character
Name: Bal'Falan Hasati
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Twi'lek
Homeworld: Ryloth
Height/Weight: 5'7", 175lbs
Build: Athletic
Features: Red Eyes, Augmentations
Disposition: Mercurial
OVERVIEW:
Observations and interactions reveal Hasati to be capable and willing to utilize aspects of the Force in order to better accomplish her goals as an agent of the Eclipse Consortium, putting her abilities to use in manners that very from scalpel like precision to that of a thermal detonator which largely appears to depend on her mood at the time. Acts of chaotic mercy appear to be evoked less out of altruism and more out of the thrill of a hunt later down the road...
STRENGTHS:
+ Force Wielding Combatant
+ Versatile Weapon Familiarity
+ Deceivingly Durable due to Augmentations
+ Mental Fortitude
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While her vocation is that of an operative verging on assassin, she is not above nor incapable of a standup fight with those that appear physically superior and makes reckless use of her entire arsenal to take a target out of commission, granted her physiological augmentations play a large role in that. Her past experiences have also steeled her mind against mental intrusions be it mechanical probes or the force itself.
WEAKNESSES:
- Eccentric Thrill Seeker
- Lone Wolf Mentality
- Prolonged Healing Turnover Rate
- Addictive Personality
- Maintains Strong Apprehension in using the Force to mentally influence others
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Her attitude often makes worker harder than it should be and she is dismayed at the idea of working in tandem with others to achieve mutual goals. Her unnatural augmentations, while making her formidable also take her body longer to heal. For similar reasons born out of her steeled mind, knowing full well the impact such meddling can have on a person, she is loathed to manipulate the minds of others through the subjugation of her own will supplanting their own, while she maintains the ability to do so she'll look for any alternative solution or excuse not to.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Twi'lek
Homeworld: Ryloth
Height/Weight: 5'7", 175lbs
Build: Athletic
Features: Red Eyes, Augmentations
Disposition: Mercurial
OVERVIEW:
Observations and interactions reveal Hasati to be capable and willing to utilize aspects of the Force in order to better accomplish her goals as an agent of the Eclipse Consortium, putting her abilities to use in manners that very from scalpel like precision to that of a thermal detonator which largely appears to depend on her mood at the time. Acts of chaotic mercy appear to be evoked less out of altruism and more out of the thrill of a hunt later down the road...
STRENGTHS:
+ Force Wielding Combatant
+ Versatile Weapon Familiarity
+ Deceivingly Durable due to Augmentations
+ Mental Fortitude
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While her vocation is that of an operative verging on assassin, she is not above nor incapable of a standup fight with those that appear physically superior and makes reckless use of her entire arsenal to take a target out of commission, granted her physiological augmentations play a large role in that. Her past experiences have also steeled her mind against mental intrusions be it mechanical probes or the force itself.
WEAKNESSES:
- Eccentric Thrill Seeker
- Lone Wolf Mentality
- Prolonged Healing Turnover Rate
- Addictive Personality
- Maintains Strong Apprehension in using the Force to mentally influence others
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Her attitude often makes worker harder than it should be and she is dismayed at the idea of working in tandem with others to achieve mutual goals. Her unnatural augmentations, while making her formidable also take her body longer to heal. For similar reasons born out of her steeled mind, knowing full well the impact such meddling can have on a person, she is loathed to manipulate the minds of others through the subjugation of her own will supplanting their own, while she maintains the ability to do so she'll look for any alternative solution or excuse not to.
Combat Preference: Given a choice in the matter, Bal'Falan Hasati opts for an up close and personal engagement rather than the disappointing whisper of a long range rifle, there is little satisfaction gained if she cannot see the whites (or other colours) of her targets eyes.
Style: Like a predator attempting to fell a greater one, Bal will assess her opponent for telltale weaknesses, striking at blind spots or exposed vulnerabilities where she sees them or if there isn't any she will bide her time and try to wind her opponent in a prolonged engagement, dancing about the encounter to harry them until they are too slow to fend off her spirited attacks that are set to come at them with explosive vigor, often brandishing her lightsabers as part of her coup de grace.
Weapons of Choice: For close encounters, Bal will use either a Bloodshot Ripper paired with a Rantok to slice and dice her opponent or make use of her Bo-rifle's "electrifying" capabilities to stave off more erratic opponents that need the debilitating shocks to slow them down a bit. Despite being in possession of her two lightsabers from her time as a jedi, weapons that would tend to make far quicker work of a foe/target than her Ripper and Rantok, she is leery to see let alone hold them, so much as touching them brings back painful memories of a life she'd rather forget however pragmatism trumps apprehension and she'll instead opt to use them either as a coup de grace (far cleaner) or when confronting opponents that also happen to be using a lightsaber.
When it comes to medium range, where possible she will use the Bo-rifle's projectile capabilities but when she needs a hand free and the opponent isn't close enough to engage in close combat she will instead make use of her RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster, ideally to try and close the distance to make with the stabby stabby or to better make a hasty retreat when the need arises.
If long range engagements are the order of the day, she finds great results through the use of her 773 Firepuncher, the instant impact to put the hurt into her target and if they're still standing after the first shot then the smell of burning flesh as a lingering effect from the shot does wonders for demoralizing not just the target but those in close contention to them as well.
Out of direct combat, she has been known to make use of poisons as well as planted explosives to snuff the life out of a target, the poisons she admittedly does not make herself and while she isn't so technical-inclined to manufacture explosives herself she has a little "know-how" to modify them to produce that little bit of extra kick if she feels the situation is warranted.
Regardless of range, whether she is up close or distant she will throw in the use of her abilities in the force to further throw her opponent into disarray though she does not tend to go "too heavy" into its application as flippant use of this wellspring tends to leave her drained and that is the last thing one wants when trying to assassinate let alone fight someone.
Assorted Weaponry:Melee Items:
- Rantok
- Bloodshot Ripper
- Lightsaber fitted with a yellow Damind crystal
- Short Lightsaber fitted with a orange Dantari crystal
Ranged Weaponry:
Explosives/Poisons:
- Thermal Detonators
- Others vary on Case by Case
Untrained - Novice - Adept - Proficient - Expert - Master
- Proficient
- Adept
- Adept
Other Combat Proficiency
Untrained - Novice - Adept - Proficient - Expert - Master
Melee Combat (Unarmed) - Proficient
Melee Combat (Armed) - Adept
Ranged Combat (Blasters/Small Arms) - Proficient
Ranged Combat (Rifles/Long Arms) - Adept
Ranged Combat (S.Rifles) - Adept
Ranged Combat (Heavy Weapons) - Novice
Explosives (Handheld) - Proficient
Force Techniques:
Snapshot History (To give a brief rundown while a more comprehensive history is drafted when time allows):
(SW:Rebels Ryloth art)
Born on the planet Ryloth to a twi'lek diplomat couple, Bal'Falan's parents had a long standing career as ambassadors, envoys and delegates for their people as they ventured throughout the stars to secure amenable trade agreements (among other more private and military-centric arrangement). Bal'Falan did not especially enjoy these journeys as the work her parents were involved in often took them far from home which made forming lasting bonds difficult to say the least. In the few instances where she was present (at least for initial meet & greet moments) to see her parents at work, she came to resent the double wordplay techniques that her parents used in similar fashion to how the people they spoke to often did the same, the nuances of saying one thing while conveying another bugged her and she wished that people could just... speak plainly.
(Official Coruscant artwork)
A chance occasion upon Coruscant put her in cross paths with members of the Jedi Order who sensed that the diplomat's daughter had a "touch of the Force" about her. The duplicity of the parents in feeling that having a member of their family join the generally well regarded (if not extolled) league of the jedi was obvious to the force wielders though they did not call either parent on their silent agendas, the jedi of course did not need verbal affirmation to "listen" to those around them. They [the parents] did of course consult their youngest one on how she felt about the matter, twi'lek traditions worked internally just as much as they did abroad and as a race the twi'leks were ingrained to be accommodating to others as opposed to resistant or quarrelsome.Bal'Falan had admittedly been infrequently both resistant and quarrelsome towards both her parents on most of their journeys abroad however she seldom acted against her parents wishes and even though they had asked her whether she wished to join the jedi to receive training in order to become one herself, they were once again speaking in doubles, asking one thing but really inferring another and in this case it was all a ruse, a diplomatic feint to appear like she had a say but really her parents had already decided for her, she did not yet have the spirit to protest this arrangement but at least this time it was a decision she wasn't wholly against... that and she was somewhat confident that she would be able to remain in the one location for a good stint of time and be able to at last form meaningful friendships with others.
(Credit goes to darksidecreativesw)
Bal'Falan was a meek but dutiful student, long since having grown used to being seen but not heard, a "prop" by her parents to have her innocent, childish presence soften the hearts of otherwise firm, stone set politicians and business tycoons. Naturally this made her an ideal student for most of the jedi masters, a student that paid attention, didn't "act out" or do irresponsible things with the techniques and abilities that were taught to them. That's not to say that her fellow students didn't have a similar influence over her outside of classes, getting up to mischief when the rare occasion allowed it though she did at times find herself employing skills from her parents, the "double speak" when confronted by her teachers, she couldn't outright lie to a jedi master but she didn't have to throw her friends into the sarlaac pit either. While this association at the time was harmless, some of the teachers did nurse concerns that her susceptibility to being influenced by others may prove to be an issue in the future as she grew older if not tended to beforehand.
(Credit goes to Todd Hart)
When Bal'Falan graduated to become a Padawan, it was Master Ol'Roj-El, a nautolan who became her direct instructor as she began the journey to one day become a Jedi Knight. The pair had gone on many adventures albeit (much to Bal's later chagrin) most of them consisted of being mediators, serving as the remedy to resolve disputes where quarreling parties had reached an impasse. In further irony, Bal had started to develop a wanderlust for the broader galaxy, a trait that had been wholly absent in her upbringing but had now risen with increasing intensity, she got her wish however when the galaxy started to fall into turmoil, conflict was widespread and conflict resolution took on a different form when the Sith Empire came to corrupt, twist and destroy everything that fell under their insidious clutches.It was not long before Bal'Falan tasted combat against a fellow force wielder, a "victim" of the dark side of the force as they were touted to her as, her better nature didn't wish to slay this human but in the ebb and flow of combat it was quickly becoming unavoidable, she did not know how this person came to the state that they did but the person in front of her, the one trying to take her life, she could see no redemption in their eyes, only the malicious intent to kill her. It was the first time she had taken a life and among the many emotions she felt as a result of it the most powerful emotion was that of a deep sadness, to witness how something she had used to help her be the best form of herself and help those in need, this seem omnipotent "force" could also bring out the worst of a person. Her conflict apparent, Master Ol'Roj-El bestowed on her the fundamental lesson that had been drilled into her in the early days of her training, in that the force itself was neither good nor evil and that it was the whims of those who use it for good or evil that defines them.
In light (ha, puns!) of her dedication, Bal'Falan Hasati had worked her way into achieving the rank of a Jedi Knight, a vaunted protector of the innocent and staunch warrior to stand against those that would try to assail them. This glorified endeavour would one day put her on the trail of [Redacted] who had garnered the enmity of the jedi some time into Bal'Falan's tenure as a Knight. Investigations and discussions with more unscrupulous individuals, pirates and "connected" brokers had eventually culminated in a direct confrontation, though not before battling their way through a score of minions that had similarly basked and drowned themselves in the dark side of the force.Physically and mentally fatigued, Bal'Falan had become reckless in the pursuit of her quarry, eager to bring the engagement to a swift conclusion despite her master's beckoning to exercise caution. Each combatant she'd been forced to slay had eroded her will to fight on, she hated what she'd needed to do and it was this chink in her mental armour that allowed [Redacted] to pierce the barrier to her mind and subvert her perception at a critical moment, manipulating her vision she looked upon her master when the final confrontation was at hand only to find her greatest foe in his place, she was alone, she knew not where her master had gone, he'd warned her not to be reckless and now she only had her skills as a jedi knight to see her through the duel, a decidedly brief duel as it turned out...
(Credit goes to Kazuya Akimoto Art Muesum)
As the fog over her vision dissipated, Bal'Falan looked not upon the visage of her dying enemy but that of her dying master whom she had believed to be the sith attempting to assail her via fiendish use of the force. Overwrought with despair at what she had done, she exploded with wild, unbridled rage however the target of her furious enmity had predicted this reaction and was significantly less exhausted and more prepared for this scenario, a casual push with the force and the jedi knight was discarded to the depths of the battleground to which she had suffered her greatest loss.
Folly to those who leave a foe alive after taking someone precious from them, the sting of such flagrant disregard along with the moral upheaval of her own actions tore at Bal'Falan like a rancor twisting its wriggling prey in twine, the series of events played out in her mind, she had started out as a submissive and meek child who always did what she was told only to grow up to become more brash, reckless and eager for adventure. She'd ignored her master's instructions almost as soon as the pair had landed upon the planet, not that she hadn't held her master's instruction in the highest regard but her desire to bring a swift end to this spark of conflict had resulted in the once lush plains of her virtuous psyche into a scorched, barren wasteland.
She could not face her peers nor the scorn of the council, even if they showed mercy, or worse, sympathy to what had transpired she wouldn't delude herself into thinking that such charitable gestures were wholly earnest... again with the double speak, it was inescapable as it turned out, she would never retain the positive regard of her fellow jedi once word got out of what she had done, she would be a pariah... or at least this is the turbulent line of thought that the jedi knight set herself upon, opting for self imposed exile where only she would be the one to scorn herself, no one else besides her still living foe would know what she had done.The jedi would of course have questions, but as much as she knew they deserved answers after all the order had done to raise her it was simply a task too great for her to stomach undertaking. When she navigated her way back to where she had unwittingly slayed her master she took his body back to the ship she and her late master had arrived on she traveled to the nearest friendly spaceport where she arranged an anonymous tip to be sent to the jedi order to inform them a vessel matching Master Ol-Roj'El's credentials had been abandoned with no sign of the owner, the owner of course was located in the cargo hold and even a cursory check by the responding jedi would find him in short order but where his apprentice had gone and whether she'd shared the same fate would continue to be a mystery.
(Credit goes to Maxim Pakulov)
Something something, hangs up her lightsabers, becomes gunslinger maybe...
Something something meets Malicar
Something something becomes pseudo-bad guy