Alkesh Vizsla
Rotten Showstopper
[SIZE=12pt]NAME:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Elia Coldwell[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]FACTION:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Coruscant Rotary Club, One Sith
SPECIES: Near-Human[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]AGE:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] 30
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’ 6”
WEIGHT: 135
EYES: Green
HAIR: Brunette
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: No[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Griffin Coldwell"] – Brother[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16pt]STRENGTHS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]No Scruples: Willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants, she’s not about to let anything stand in her way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Clever:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Elia is charming and can put on a brilliant poker face – you’d never know if she hated your guts. She’s whip-smart and good at getting herself out of a jam.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16pt]WEAKNESSES[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Tiny and Light:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Although she’ll throw herself in to a fight without thinking twice, Elia is at a natural disadvantage in the Galaxy. Without the Force, and being light and of average height, she needs a weapon in most fights or she’s toast.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Temper, Temper:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Elia is a hothead and is prone to making rash decisions at the drop of a hat. She needs others to talk her down before she does something completely irrational.
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[SIZE=16pt]BIOGRAPHY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Growing up on the sands of Tatooine surrounded by the men of the Coldwell clan and those loyal to them, Elia cultivated a tough, no-nonsense attitude from an early age. A tomboy in nearly every sense of the word, she could always be found just as guilty and grinning as her brothers-in-arms. Though she grew in to a beautiful woman she still retains much of that rough-and-tumble personality. She has no qualms telling it like it is and going for the throat.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She found particular skill in smuggling, either rubbing elbows with spaceport officials to get them to look the other way or smuggling cargo in to more secure places herself. Whatever it was didn’t matter – her family’s reputation for excellence did. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]The only missing link in the portrait of achievement was her coward father, a man better suited to the drab life of a moisture farmer once he took to drinking. She’d often thought of putting him out to pasture, but it wasn’t until recently the gears were set in motion…[/SIZE]
