Character Bido Roz’lyn

[Bido Roz’lyn]

BIDO ROZ'LYN

Theme music	might as well be this
Profession	Fighter Pilot for the Foundation
Call sign	"Dog Lady"
Age	120 standard years
Species	Dornean sub-race
Gender	Female
Height	5'5"
Weight	165 lbs
Force Sensitive	No

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Important note: Often mistaken for some kind of canine, she often feels compelled to explain that her species actually evolved from pinnipeds.

Like all dorneans, she has purple skin and quills above her eyes. But her sub-race has a much more slender face that resembles a more canine appearance. The quills above her eyes are more sparse than most, and she has additional quills around her mouth to resemble whiskers.

To humans, she is very old, but to dorneans, she is considered a young woman.

INVENTORY

ASSIGNED FOUNDATION KIT
Flight suit
Personal Energy Shield
Sidearm
Back-sheathed short sword
Astromech:

• TECMIS software added​

• PAFIES software added​

• OSIVP software added​

PERSONAL SHIP
BZ-Ceptor

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

Being over a century old, she often takes things for granted that others would normally stress about. She is very highly experienced, and has forgotten more about flying than most pilots know.

After many, many decades of combat flying, she has developed a mild paranoia of receiving some kind of repercussions for all the lives she has taken in rare fits of pique on the battlefield. This causes her to be averse to killing whenever possible. She will follow orders, but if given the option, she will take whatever precautions she can to neutralize enemy fighters in a non-lethal way.

She hates being called a dog. She rarely tolerates it from people that aren't her close friends.

STRENGTHS

Racial perks - being a race evolved from pinnipeds, she has absolutely phenomenal eyesight and the ability to hold her breath for up to 90 minutes.

Life Experience - as a dornean, she also enjoys the benefits of the experience that comes with extreme longevity.

Precision Piloting - when she flies in dogfights against enemies, she strives to surgically damage specific systems in an effort to avoid needlessly taking lives. Decades of practicing has made her into a literal "sniper" in the cockpit.

WEAKNESSES

Racial Challenges - being of a race evolved from aquatic mammals, she struggles in hotter, dryer environments.

Alienated by age - her dornean longevity makes it difficult sometimes to relate to her much, much younger comrades.

Too merciful - sometimes, she overcommits to keeping her enemies alive to be taken prisoner. This can get her in trouble.

HISTORY

Bido was just another dornean navy brat. Her parents were naval logisticians, stationed on a simple floating base on the oceans of Dornea. She was raised into the steep naval traditions of her people, and learned to love the sea, the sky, and the ships that came and went on a daily basis.

Both space, and nautical ships came and left from her parents' supply docks. Her parents tried to keep her somewhat sheltered from the horrors of space combat, and kept an eye on her whenever she was even close to the subject of space flight. This caused her to become curious, and attempt to find workarounds.

She decided to try exploring in the opposite direction of space flight, and began to explore the sea. As an adolescent, she found a crew of recreational racing sailors. She joined them for extracurricular credit, and quickly fell in love with the idea of speed. At this point she began to identify as a bit of a thrill seeker. When she was old enough to be a legal adult, she wasted no time applying for the Dornean Naval Starfighter Academy.

Being of a species that lives for centuries, her military training went on for a decade before she was finally assigned a combat position.

It was then that she was finally exposed to the cruel nature of the wider galaxy.

Being outnumbered, and outclassed, the Dornean navy constantly struggled to maintain security for their system. Pirates, raiders, smugglers, and opportunists were never in short supply, and the only thing that kept her alive was her superior training. Her combat experience was gruelling and stressful. More often than not, her overwhelmed unit was without support from an overstretched Military.

To say that her service record was flawless was a lie. In her first decade as a fighter pilot, she was shot down many times. Often, her Dornean physiology was to credit for her survival. She has many scars to show for it. But after the first decade, her skills improved dramatically, as experience began to insulate her from stupid mistakes. Command began to recognize her incredible growth and she was given more responsibility. She began to lead small units, sometimes with pilots more experienced than herself.

After another decade, skill begot confidence, and confidence turned into pride. She began to feel bloodthirsty, killing enemies out of convenience, and prolonging the suffering of those who dared to threaten her homeworld. However, the sensation that her bloodlust would bring her bad fortune began to nag away at the back of her mind. However, her newfound addiction to wrath caused her to ignore the sensation.

Her fears burst to the surface of her consciousness when the Bryn attacked. The invaders took advantage of the overtaxed Dornean navy and blew them aside as tissue paper. Somehow, her mind made her feel responsible, as if some higher power was making her people pay for her actions. While many millions fled Dornea as refugees, she stayed and fought as part of the feeble resistance that remained.

She fought in vain, using her piloting skills whenever possible, but doing whatever she could even when she wasn't given a ship. Finally, as the Bryn seemed to collapse on itself, her meager forces repelled the weakened occupation of her world once and for all.

Before her world could rebuild, more tyrants came. Pirates, raiders, and opportunists returned and took advantage of the weakened world. She fought on, but this time, she pulled her punches, not wanting to bring about the retribution that she somehow believed her actions could inflict on her people. She trained harder than ever, focusing on precision, making her marksmanship as a fighter pilot far above any of her peers. With this skill, she was eventually able to disable her opponent's ships with the surgical precision of a scalpel, allowing the crews to be taken into custody.

Eventually, the exodus of refugees that left during the Bryn wars returned. They brought knowledge, resources, technologies, a weapons with them from their time on the monolithic Damascus Station. With these incredible new assets to help protect her world, she was finally, finally, allowed to rest.

She was given a massive lump sum of back-pay for her many decades of service. She decided to try and see who she could be without the Dornean fleet in her life. She left her world, decorated as a hero, and sought life in other parts of the galaxy.

But old habits died hard.

She was quickly exposed to the struggles of common beings outside of the Dominus Sector (where her home resides). A compulsion to fight for people that needed her help overtook her. She spent her own money, used her own resources, and bought a BZ-Ceptor.

However, maintaining her own upkeep, and funding her own private little vigilante enterprise proved to be very costly. She had to fix her own damages, buy her own fuel and munitions, and do her own maintenance. She considered mercenary work to try and pay her bills, but she feared losing sight of her intentions for the sake of profits. Finally, her funds began to dwindle, and she resigned to seek help.

That is when she met a Foundation recruiter.

And the pitch that was given intrigued her…