Dalansa
Little Miss Psychopath
NAME: Dalansa
FACTION: None
RANK: Dark Side Maraduer
SPECIES: Arkanian Offshoot
AGE: 22
SEX: Female.
HEIGHT: 1.7m
WEIGHT: 55kg
EYES: Silver
HAIR: White
SKIN: White, blue tattoos around the eyes.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, but weakly
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Arcane Weapon: Dalansa was given a small artifact, the blueprint for a Sith double-bladed lightsaber, after proving that she could kill her master in cold blood. She caries a model almost identical to Exar Kun's blade, with one difference: hers has no level or length adjustments.
+Fit: Dalansa is both physically strong and tough, partially because her species were designed to be laborers, and partially because of the life she lived.
+-Jumpy: All though she may not show or feel anything in combat, Dalansa is jumpy. She startes at the littlest things, and is always checking her surroundings.
-Damaged: Dalansa's past is a series of....... bad relationships, from neglect at "home" to slavery for years in the outer rim. As such, she tends to form very few relationships, and those she does form are tentative.
-Trust issues: Because of the above, Dalansa has some trust issues. She will almost never trust anyone, and she will always be wary of everyone, no matter how close they get.
-Illiterate: No one has cared enough about Dalansa to teach her to read or write.
-Weak Connection: Dalansa doesn't have as strong of a connection to the Force as one might expect.
APPEARANCE:
Dalansa is short, fit and almost always carrying her saber. Her normal clothes, a black combat jumpsuit and a utility belt containing various useful items, and keepsakes. Above and below her right eye, and below her left, are tattoos of the slave ring she was forced into by her "friend". Her long hair reaches down to the small of her back, and her expression rarely shifts from a scowl.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Born" in a test tube on Arkania, Dalansa grew up as a genetic test to see if the modifications and genetic information left from the Offshoot project would still work. It did, but the end result was the same: The girl was treated as "lesser" than those around her. She was fed enough to keep her alive, but not enough to satisfy her hunger. She wasn't given anything to play with, and was always ordered to keep quiet. By the time she turned ten, she was ready to run away from home. Sneaking onto a smuggler's ship that was headed to Demonsgate. The pilot, seeming to want to help this young girl, who was strong enough to lift heavy loads on the ship. He offered to have her meet some of his friends, whom he said would be able to help her. She agreed, and they went to an area of town with very little police control, and sold her off to a group of slavers known as the Jilx Circle. She was forced to be the heavy lifter, carrying loads of more than twice her weight until she fell from exhaustion, to the amusement of her masters. Eventually, however, while in a "safe room", really a storage compartment in which she was held until they moved to the next planet, where she was to be sold, she was approached by a hooded man she had never seen before. He told her that she had a wonderful future ahead of her, and that he would watch her.
She was sold to a Nar Shaddaa fighting ring, where she was forced to duel other slaves to the death, and an experience that taught her how to fight and defend herself. They were allowed only non-powered weapons, all melee. She found a sword that suited her, but she didn't see that it was a paired set until later. She had chosen a Zhaboka, and she fought with it well. One match, however, would change her.
She fought a young, fast hid with a pair of knives. The crowd wanted blood, but she wasn't going to give them that. Not yet. As he charged, sidestepping her blow, she shoved him away. The boy went sprawling, his arm broken from landing wrong, and Dalansa standing over him, her blade at his throat. Driving the steel in with a sickening noise, she stepped away. That night, the hooded man visited her again. He told her that, if she wanted freedom, she had to kill her owner. Such a deed was simple, if she could get to him. And with that, she did. Mostly because she wanted to watch her tormentor die. And in return, the hooded man gave her a design for a weapon to suit her, he put it. And that night, she left Nar Shaddaa on a stolen ship from the slave ring named The Lady Starsnow.
After scouring the galaxy for the parts needed to construct her blade, and finally building it, she went to find what was in store for the girl. She was twenty-two.
SHIP:
The Lady Starsnow: YV-100 Light Freighter.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Open Threads:
Far from Home
Street rings and Sithship
Runaway
Gambling with a Sith
Faction Threads (TSC):
The Turning Point
The Eye of the Storm
Size of the Problem
Corporate Warfare
Domination of Ruuia
Training:
A Journey of a Thousand Kilometers
On Blade's Edge
Duels:
Confrontation
Shaddaa's Lights
On Your Head Be It
Oh, No, Not This Again
It's Going Down, I'm Yelling Timber
Campains:
The Search Begins
FACTION: None
RANK: Dark Side Maraduer
SPECIES: Arkanian Offshoot
AGE: 22
SEX: Female.
HEIGHT: 1.7m
WEIGHT: 55kg
EYES: Silver
HAIR: White
SKIN: White, blue tattoos around the eyes.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, but weakly
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Arcane Weapon: Dalansa was given a small artifact, the blueprint for a Sith double-bladed lightsaber, after proving that she could kill her master in cold blood. She caries a model almost identical to Exar Kun's blade, with one difference: hers has no level or length adjustments.
+Fit: Dalansa is both physically strong and tough, partially because her species were designed to be laborers, and partially because of the life she lived.
+-Jumpy: All though she may not show or feel anything in combat, Dalansa is jumpy. She startes at the littlest things, and is always checking her surroundings.
-Damaged: Dalansa's past is a series of....... bad relationships, from neglect at "home" to slavery for years in the outer rim. As such, she tends to form very few relationships, and those she does form are tentative.
-Trust issues: Because of the above, Dalansa has some trust issues. She will almost never trust anyone, and she will always be wary of everyone, no matter how close they get.
-Illiterate: No one has cared enough about Dalansa to teach her to read or write.
-Weak Connection: Dalansa doesn't have as strong of a connection to the Force as one might expect.
APPEARANCE:
Dalansa is short, fit and almost always carrying her saber. Her normal clothes, a black combat jumpsuit and a utility belt containing various useful items, and keepsakes. Above and below her right eye, and below her left, are tattoos of the slave ring she was forced into by her "friend". Her long hair reaches down to the small of her back, and her expression rarely shifts from a scowl.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Born" in a test tube on Arkania, Dalansa grew up as a genetic test to see if the modifications and genetic information left from the Offshoot project would still work. It did, but the end result was the same: The girl was treated as "lesser" than those around her. She was fed enough to keep her alive, but not enough to satisfy her hunger. She wasn't given anything to play with, and was always ordered to keep quiet. By the time she turned ten, she was ready to run away from home. Sneaking onto a smuggler's ship that was headed to Demonsgate. The pilot, seeming to want to help this young girl, who was strong enough to lift heavy loads on the ship. He offered to have her meet some of his friends, whom he said would be able to help her. She agreed, and they went to an area of town with very little police control, and sold her off to a group of slavers known as the Jilx Circle. She was forced to be the heavy lifter, carrying loads of more than twice her weight until she fell from exhaustion, to the amusement of her masters. Eventually, however, while in a "safe room", really a storage compartment in which she was held until they moved to the next planet, where she was to be sold, she was approached by a hooded man she had never seen before. He told her that she had a wonderful future ahead of her, and that he would watch her.
She was sold to a Nar Shaddaa fighting ring, where she was forced to duel other slaves to the death, and an experience that taught her how to fight and defend herself. They were allowed only non-powered weapons, all melee. She found a sword that suited her, but she didn't see that it was a paired set until later. She had chosen a Zhaboka, and she fought with it well. One match, however, would change her.
She fought a young, fast hid with a pair of knives. The crowd wanted blood, but she wasn't going to give them that. Not yet. As he charged, sidestepping her blow, she shoved him away. The boy went sprawling, his arm broken from landing wrong, and Dalansa standing over him, her blade at his throat. Driving the steel in with a sickening noise, she stepped away. That night, the hooded man visited her again. He told her that, if she wanted freedom, she had to kill her owner. Such a deed was simple, if she could get to him. And with that, she did. Mostly because she wanted to watch her tormentor die. And in return, the hooded man gave her a design for a weapon to suit her, he put it. And that night, she left Nar Shaddaa on a stolen ship from the slave ring named The Lady Starsnow.
After scouring the galaxy for the parts needed to construct her blade, and finally building it, she went to find what was in store for the girl. She was twenty-two.
SHIP:
The Lady Starsnow: YV-100 Light Freighter.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Open Threads:
Far from Home
Street rings and Sithship
Runaway
Gambling with a Sith
Faction Threads (TSC):
The Turning Point
The Eye of the Storm
Size of the Problem
Corporate Warfare
Domination of Ruuia
Training:
A Journey of a Thousand Kilometers
On Blade's Edge
Duels:
Confrontation
Shaddaa's Lights
On Your Head Be It
Oh, No, Not This Again
It's Going Down, I'm Yelling Timber
Campains:
The Search Begins
