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Heca Foliou

Heca Foliou

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Name: Heca Foliou
Faction: N/A
Rank: Sith Acolyte
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: Young
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 140 lbs
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Hair: Black
Force Sensitive: Yes

Strengths and Weaknesses

Strengths

Wealthy: Her father was big into business, as he was accomplished in some corporation on Maena, and helped investment in many companies and properties. With her parents dead she is now the sole heir of a grand fortune.
Swordsmanship: Heca picked up many hobbies, and her absolute favorite was sword fighting. One thing to note was that she was always on the defensive. This will help in forms such as Soresu.
Intelligent: She was the top of her class, but she wasn't just smart in books. She is calculative and analyzes things very carefully until making her next move. Though because of her emotions (see Broken), she can lose her edge and act out of impulsion before thinking.

Weaknesses

Smol: She is easy to be overwhelmed by heavier opponents and can be carried very easily.
Hand-to-hand combat: While she does have skills in a blade, not so much in unarmed combat. She can slap, kick, or punch but you won't expect any technique from her.
Broken: The death of her parents is, perhaps, the most traumatic event of her life. Thanks to the thug, consumed by envy, something in her snapped. Her emotions revolving around her parents can be taken advantage over until she has learned to control herself.

Appearance
Young, beautiful, and having an ectomorph body type, Heca is very self conscious of her looks and appearance as she was raised by wealthy, proper parents.. She can be seen having bright jewelry, fashionable clothing, enchanting makeup.


Biography
"Mother...Father...?"
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Heca Foliou is the only child Hela and Jacob Foliou. She was the only child to the two parents and being an only child had its perks and benefits. She was spoiled as whatever she wanted, her father bought without any hesitation (as long as it was reasonable, of course) and she managed getting away with anything she was obviously in trouble with. Of course, when growing up her parents made sure she was proper and acted like a woman of her class. Maena is her home and she lived in the upper luxury of the New City, looking down at those below her and having respect for those that shared her lifestyle.

Growing up was normal for her as she didn't lack of anything that she needed and wanted. Particularly with her wants.

She was well educated, already dreaming of a life she desired and was possible considering her resources.

But that all soon went to waste...as something tragic happened. Something that would torment her. An awful image that she could never erase or forget.

Blood
Death
On one fateful day, enjoying a beautiful day in the New City the family had come across a wrong turn in a shady, ghetto avenue. One that would be costly in which it could not be paid in gems, paper, or gold. But it was one very unique and much more priceless than all the money in the Galaxy.

Life
That wrong turn took them into one of the many layers of the New City's underbelly and many eyes gazed at them. Irises full of envy, greed, lust, and wrath. Her father did come prepare with a single pistol, but not even that could save them.

A man, and a savage one, came from the shadows one and engaged Jacob. The man fought valiantly, but it was his own tool that would cost him as the two men fought for control of the pistol. Three shots, heavy with lead, filled Mr. Foliou's body and the rest were emptied in Mrs. Foliou. Heca almost met the same fate as her parents with the man pulling a knife, but the authorities arrived causing the thug to cower.

"Mother...Father...?"

She stood there on her knees, that favorite white skirt absorbing the blood of her parents and her hands dirtied with them. She tried waking them up by yelling at them, shaking them but no answer she received. Only empty eyes. Struck by grief and agony, she shed tears with her bloody hands wiping her tears. Life, time, and space seemed to stop for her.

What could she do now?
What was left for her now?
 

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