Brea Hersy

[Brea Hersy]

Name: Brea Hersy
Faction: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Homeworld: Felacat
Species: Felacatian
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Gay
Height: 5'5" (1.67m), doubled in beast form on all fours
Weight: 132 lbs. (60kg), 550 lbs. (249kg) in beast form
Eyes: Golden
Hair: Brunette
Skin: White
Features: Fang-like teeth, short fur, long tail
Force Sensitive: No

Quick & Agile: Having feline evolution has provided Brea with incredible balance, impeccable reflexes, and agility like few other species in the galaxy.

Night Vision: Felacatians have perfect night vision, which gets rid of the need for a night vision apparatus.

Blade Expert: Brea has lived by her sword for as long as she's been able to fight, and despite not having the same kind of "honor" as some swordsmen, it's her primary source of fighting, although it's far from her most effective source.

Big Bad Beast: Like all Felacatians, Brea can transform into a beastly "cat form" that dramatically increases her size and strength, growing claws that can tear through durasteel while having considerably more defense from most weapons given her thicker hide. This alone makes any trained Felacatian a major threat.

Scoundrel: Brea has no real loyalties and is always looking out for herself above all others, although she feels a mild duty to her home planet of Felacat. Otherwise, whoever pays well and isn't a literal space fascist will likely be able to employ her aid.

True Neutral: She is whatever she needs to be, but deep down she's not beholden to any specific code or ideology beyond the more obvious, like being anti-slavery.

Unstable Transformation: Some Felacatians are able to perfectly control when they transform and when they don't, but although Brea has a good handle on transforming when she needs to, sometimes her emotions are in flux and it becomes more difficult to control. If she's under enough stress, it may happen whether she wants it to or not. And if she's under little to no stress whatsoever, it may not be able to happen at all. If she remains in hyperspace for too long, like most Felacatians, she will have a premature transformation. When she does transform, she loses much of her self control and is at times prone to mistaking allies for enemies, especially when the stress is too great to handle.

Physically Weak Human Form: If she isn't transformed, Brea is susceptible to only one good hit to take her out of a fight. She isn't exactly going to be able to kick or punch someone unconscious, either.

Dearth of Wisdom and Intellect: Brea isn't necessarily dumb, but she's not particularly smart either. She gets around with enough common sense grounded in reality and mercenary know-how, but she's not gonna solve any puzzles or problems any time soon. She's not paid for critical thinking, after all.

Disposable Clothing: Brea is not an exhibitionist, and when a Felacatian transforms, the clothes they were wearing as a human don't exactly hold up to the massive size of their beastly forms. Sometimes, it's less about the uncontrollable nature of transformation and more about wanting to maintain one's dignity when they revert.

Brea was born and raised on Felacat, having a good understanding of the monarchy in power while still getting herself in trouble every so often because of that irresistible urge to get what she wanted or see someone she didn't like get what they deserved. When she started training herself to fight, she received aid in the form of her mother, then a Farghul instructor by the name of Ranoni Ahni, who possessed the bare minimum of force sensitivity to call herself as such. Despite not being Felacatian, Ranoni was of a felinoid predisposition being Farghul, and as most felinoid species, they had a tendency of getting along with similar species to them. Brea had always found that a bit amusing, but was no less susceptible to it herself.

Ranoni had traveled the galaxy, cheated her way into high ranking positions only to run away with ill-gotten treasures, and even worked honestly as a mercenary, albeit usually for smugglers. She had become used to being the "muscle" of groups, swinging around a lightsaber just like her employers wanted. Brea wasn't the least bit force sensitive and had no interest in lightsabers, but the teachings she received both in sword fighting and general bad deeds proved invaluable in her adult life.

She longed to travel the galaxy like Ranoni and make her story her own, but she had to deal with the unfortunate reality that hyperspace travel needed to be slow-going in order for her not to transform and rage out on anyone else present. Seeing an opportunity to make something of herself among the Renegade Horde, led by a fierce, large woman by the name of Leo, she became a good friend of hers, knowing that even if she were to transform unwillingly, Leo would be there to beat her back into submission to prevent any further violence.

Her time in the Horde and on their home planet of Halamir would be cut short, however, with the devastating defeat of the Horde and how it nearly disbanded entirely. Despite her friendship with Leo, Brea no longer saw herself as high-ranking among the faction as she once had been, finding herself related to them only when needed. The Confederacy of Independent Systems, on the other hand, had helped to liberate her home on Felacat, and they paid handsomely. She would join their ranks, albeit only as a mercenary, and return to her home planet with Ranoni as her mentor once more.

More recently, she could be found on Tatooine enjoying the age-old sport of podracing or speeder bike racing, which was present even on Felacat. Her life had become a mix of racing, canteen-hopping, and the occasional mercenary work for the Confederacy, living day to day without ever knowing what she might be treated. It might not have seemed ideal to most, but Brea was wholly content with how things had turned out.