Circe Savan

[Onrai]

NAME: Circe Savan
FACTION: Galactic Trade Guild(Office of Special Affairs)
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Half-Falleen, Half-Zeltron
AGE: 28
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 130lbs
EYES: Steel grey, that glisten yellow whenever she grows angry.
HAIR: Black.
SKIN: Green.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum):
Strength: Coming from two races that are very... sensual to say the least, Circe is very charismatic and quite capable of using her pheromones to get her way.
Strength: Circe's skills are primarily focused in the creation of hyper-realistic illusions.
Weakness: Circe's skills with a lightsaber are definitely below par. She prefers the usage of Force powers instead.
Weakness: Circe's mind slowly altered itself during her time as a slave. Any extended lack of physical contact with anyone, from a droid's hug to a person's tender caress, will start making her irritable, more easily frustrated. She may even start to threaten people.
SHIP:
Circe uses shuttles or spaceliners to travel from planet to planet.

BIOGRAPHY:
So, you, like everyone else in this blasted galaxy, want to know the story of how I went from the lovely, sweet, and innocent child of a diplomat to the corrupted darksider I am today... Very well then.

I was born on the Falleen homeworld to a diplomat from the Savan family. He held a modest position in the political sphere, always hungering for more influence as we do. Funny enough, that was a reason he met and married my mother, a beautiful Zeltron who was notoriously known throughout the sector as a credit-hungry woman. He wanted to have a 'trophy wife,' a woman who could gain him allies in the political sphere... and so she did.

I always wondered what exactly kept my mother and father together. They had a habit of arguing with one another... but I believe their pheromones were what prevented them from divorcing. Eventually, their relationship grew close enough that they spent the night together, conceived, and eventually had me.

Childhood on Falleen was great, it really was. I had servants ready to tend to my every need, valuable clothes, jewelry, everything someone could possibly want. And yet, the stagnation, the lack of emotion and passion on Falleen... it really bugged me. So, at the age of thirteen, I gathered together some clothes and valuables, packed them together, and stole my father's shuttle. I had scarcely managed to escape the planet's atmosphere when I found myself boarded and captured by slavers.

As expected, I was sold to a slaver by the name of Kobeer, a man whose palace on Nal Hutta was one of the few not personally owned by a Hutt. There, he kept me for entertainment, as nothing more than a slave girl, a servant to his every whim.

Fifteen years later, while he was trying to do terrible things to me, fear coursed through my body. Almost on instinct, my hatred for this man grew as a nearby shard of metal flew across the room, landing in my hand as I impaled the overweight human with it. Slowly, the life faded from his body, the last thing he would ever see being my vengeful face glaring at him as his corpse dropped to the ground.

Like on Falleen, I stole my former master's shuttle and flew to the nearest planet I could get to. There I sold the shuttle and purchased my first shuttle ticket. Thus, my journey began...

But ever since then, I've felt a... taint, a seed of corruption inside of me. Part of me wants it gone, yet part of me wants it to grow... Time will tell where I end up.
KILLS:
N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A

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