Dashara Horizon
Femme Fatal in Training
Dashara Horizon
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NAME: Dashara Horizon
AFFILIATIONS:
Current- Mage,RANK: N/A
Past- Hutts
ASSOCIATES: Liam Wickens
BOUNTIES COLLECTED OR WANTED FOR: N/A
SPECIES: Zeltron-Human Hybrid
AGE: 18
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'6" ft. (167.6 CM)
WEIGHT: Light for her size and appearance.
EYES: Green
HAIR: Red
SKIN: Lavender-Pink
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, untrained
APPEARANCE
Dashara is a proud example of her lineage, showing both human and Zeltron traits to their fullest. Her long, red hair reaches down to about the end of her shoulder blades. Her bangs part slightly to the right of her forehead and short enough to avoid getting into her eyes. Each strand cascade down in thick curls giving her an alluring image.
When she glances your way, her green eyes give off a beckoning encouragement. Often she steps with a confidence born of training or talent, giving off a flirting energy. Her lithe body gracefully moving through the crowded clubs of Nar Shaddaa.
She loves clothes that don't restrict her extreme flexibility and movement. It's a bonus when it shows off her feminine figure too, her mood often factoring in the day's attire. Most the time she wears long, flowing dresses leaving enough to the imagination.
BIOLOGY TRAITS:
Pheromones
Like her mother, Dash is able to produce the same powerful pheromones that any Zeltron could. This can afect how a target sees Dashara. Often times giving them a sense of calm and attraction toward her. It has a close range affect so with proper measures, it can be nullified. The affected target still has free will and independent action, even when feeling positive emotions toward her.
Second Liver
Dashara has a higher metabolism thanks to a second liver. It produces more bile which breaks down food and some vitamins in a shorter period. Prevents her from getting fat from rich food or drunk from large amounts of alochol.
High Physical Dexterity/Flexiblity
Dash has a excellent level of readiness and grace in her physical capabilities, especially her hands. She can almost bend completely in half or twist more than is considered natural to her species.
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FAMILY:
Father- Ashron Horizon (Deceased)
Mother- Iella Marx (Deceased)
HISTORY
Ashron Horizon was a well-known smuggler for the Hutt Cartel. After a decent pay off and a near brush with death, the veteran smuggler took some time off on Zeltros. The locals were friendly enough, but his eyes wander on a particular woman. Iella Marx, a full-blooded Zeltron. She was stuck in his head like a bad habit. He found himself unable to leave without her, so he used his silver tongue to convince her to join him.
Few people understood the thoughts that went through Iella's mind when she agreed. Some believed she lost a bet while others felt she had grown bored with her repetitive lifestyle. Only she could reveal the truth, but her lips were often sealed.
During their adventures, their wild spirits tangled nightly. Eventually, it resulted in Iella becoming pregnant. It was an unexpected turn in their lives, but they found themselves richer for it. They named the child Dashara. Of course, Iella insisted their daughter inherited her father's name.
Dashara had both combined positive and negative traits from both her parents. She was a curious youth, but she was heavily independent in nature. This led to serious mischief among the crew and developed mixed opinions about her. To those patient and tolerant of it, she was a harmless prankster learning about her lot in life. The rest felt she was a massive pest who added to their workload.
For most of her life, the ship was her home. Her mother was a daily interaction, but she found herself bonded tighter to her father. It was no surprise to Iella. They shared many qualities from their adventurous desire to their independence. If she didn't know better, she would've thought they cloned their child instead of natural birth.
Ashron wasn't ignorant when it came to teaching his child about the world. While he put it in a better light than most, he still taught her skills to survive. This included introducing her to vibro-rapier when she was seven. Iella frowned, but grudgingly allowed it.
At the age of ten, her father’s history eventually caught with their family. A sour business deal forced them to flee into Nar Shaddaa. While their ship was being repaired, Ashron waited for his contact. He had hoped to smooth things over and resume his work, or at least discover how bad the collateral damage was.
Instead, a bounty hunter managed to sneak into their bedroom and murder them both. Dash couldn't tell if her running was a good or bad thing. At first, she had no idea if the hunter would've killed her too. However, her instinct told her was it best not to wait and see. She darted into the streets of Nar Shadda and right on cue, she felt a blaster nick her shoulder.
After several hours of running, she fainted in a gutter. When she woke up, all Dash wanted was the events of last night to be a nightmare. Hunger gnawed at her causing the child to attempt to steal food from a random seller. He didn't take kindly to that.
She narrowly escaped the punishment when she crossed paths with an older child. Jebiz coaxed her to follow him, promising help and safety. It came at a price: her freedom. Before she knew it, Dash became sucked into a web of petty thieves.
She started off small under a man called Flix. He didn't bother giving the last name and made it clear what happens when you fail. She always made sure to avoid upsetting the alien off whenever she could. Though small rumors and bits of information, she learned the head boss man was a human named Ikle Garix. He was connected to unsavory profit ventures from slavery to espionage. All to increase his creditably with a group working under the Hutts. That was all she could find out.
For the next six years, Dash learned the ways of the street. She perfected her pick pocketing, stole valuable information, and located targets. Like most of the other children, she could parkour through the city and escape danger.
It was during this time, she met a half-Sephi named Neith. The pair was thick as thieves, their bond tight from mutual respect. Dash learned that Neith was a runaway Jedi padawan. This was how Neith could tell Dash was force sensitive too. Of course, the younger girl didn’t believe it fully, and she even discouraged any use. If they were caught, their ‘friends’ wouldn’t hesitate in turning them in for a big reward.
Life took a dark turn when she finally hit puberty. Garix had been nothing but a name until Flix took her to meet him. He informed her that she would be moving up from street nerf to escorting service. Any refusal was ill-advised and the consequences were likely to end her up in slavery. It was enough to keep her in line for the years to come.
She went through a regiment of training that taught her even more skills. Reading, writing, and other higher education became available to her. On occasion, Dash was required to discover information on selective targets. The means justified the results as long as it didn't overrule her value.
It wasn’t a life without some perks. Ikle allowed her to explore and even revisit some old hobbies. On the condition, she didn't attempt to use them to escape.
Getting him to agree with glass art was simple. She logically told him he could sell them off to admirers, allowing her to keep only a few for herself. Her mother had a fondness for the art which brought some comfort in her prison. The second hobby was harder and took more energy to convince him it was a good idea. Virtually no escorts knew any form of defense, even with a vibro-rapier. She felt exhausted when she finally managed to change his mind about it.
Just when she became accustomed to her life, another turn mangled her future. Ikle tasked her with the responsibility to learn about Jenner, a spy of sorts. However, there was suspicion he had been cutting side deals with other individuals. Her mission was simple: collect the information and leave without getting caught.
She failed.
When Dash excused herself to use the refresher, she crept back into Jenner’s hotel room. She sliced into his computer where she found the file. While she downloaded it, Jenner had gotten paranoid. He walked in and his expression changed into a furious one. He attacked her. During the struggle, Dash managed to get the advantage and kill him.
Finding no reason not to, she examined the data. Much to her horror, the man was a double agent, but he favored the Exchange over the Hutts. He had gotten close to the current leader and collected information most others couldn’t. This is where her story begins.
Dread filled her immediately. She had killed an asset who valued higher than herself. She was going to die or worse. Unsure how to escape her fate, Dashara felt her will crumble. She huddled in the corner and fought back her tears.TBD
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ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
▲▼Limited Telepathy (Empathy Based)
Zeltron offsping usually have empathic abilities, and Dash is no exception. She is sensitive to the emotional state of those around her, especially her loved ones. It's difficult for her to ignore the negative feelings and if she isn't on her guard, it can affect her own. She especially has a soft spot for children who have been exposed to the cruelty of the world.▲ Flexible: Ready and able to change so as to adapt to different circumstances.
From the time Dashara arrived in Nar Shaddaa, life kept her challenged. She went from the harsh, cold life on the streets to the fake, glittery life of an escort. Each new challenge forced her to adapt and change quickly to ensure she saw the next day. Most of them had been short term, but others left more permanent ones. When under pressure, Dash can manage to keep a calm and leveled head. About the only limiting factor is her experience and knowledge.
▼ Traumatized: subject to lasting shock as a result of an emotionally disturbing experience or physical injury.
After witnessing her parents murdered, Dash has suffered from physical, emotional, and mental abuse in various forms. Though she's on the mend, it has destroyed the strong independence and confidence she once had. Some scars might never fully heal. An example is the very mention or image of Ikle Garix sends her nerves into space. In addition, certain criteria could trigger negative emotion and submissive behavior.
▼ Attachment: full of affection or fondness.
With the amount of loss and pain in her history, she can't stand watching those she loves die or harmed. When faced with the possibility, Dash becomes desperate and reckless in her decisions. She doesn't care what happens to her as long as they live to see another day. It is one of her greatest fears and something she's not quite got a handle on it.
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Beginner, Profient , Expert , Mastered
FORCE ABILITIES: TBD
SKILLS:
✦ Cooking
✦ Slicer
✦ Blaster Pistol Training
✦ Knife Training
✦ Close Quarter Combat
✦ Parkour
✦ Pick-pocket
✦ Infiltration/Stealth
✦ Pilot
✦ Silver Tongue (with a hint of sass): Persuasion, Deception, Insight
✦Languages: Huttese, Basic, and Durese
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WEAPONS:
Blaster Pistol
Vibroknife
CASUAL GEAR:
Civilian ClothesCONSUMABLES: TBD
SHIPS: TBD
OTHER PROPERTY: TBD
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Threads
Breaking from Chains to the Past- Status: Complete. (18- ABY 864)
The Broken & The Drifter -Status: Ongoing (18- ABY 864)
These Are the Voyage Orientation- Status: Complete. (18- ABY 864)
These are the Voyages: Acclimation-Status: Ongoing (18- ABY 864)
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