Irwaen Aglari
NAME: Irwaen Aglari
FACTION:
RANK:
SPECIES: Morganian
AGE: 29
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'7" ; 5'8" in Heels
WEIGHT: 133
EYES: Sea Blue
HAIR: Platinum Blonde
SKIN: Fair
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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[+] Self Defense Training
[+] Proficient with Small Arms and Bladed Melee weapons
[-] Required to wear a breath mask due to weak lungs
[-] Often over compensates due to poor health which in turn causes her to overexert herself
BIOGRAPHY:
Birth in a Garden
The truth behind Irwaen's birth is still something that is speculated upon, with rumors saying she wasn't born but created, or that she just simply appeared out of the thin air one day, with her favorite being that she merely walked out of the center of a star after willing herself into existence. Surprisingly though she had a birth of simplistic origins on the resort world of Dremulae in the Deep Core. Her father Cingot Aglari was a man that was very well off in his life, coming from old money which he had inherited from a long line of weapon smiths and fortune hunters that ran in his family. He was merely on Dremulae to enjoy a vacation, which in its own time would turn into a permanent stay and retirement on the resort world. Her mother Aranga Aglari was a room keeper at the hotel that Cingot was staying in, with his room being cleaned by her each day. She was considered beautiful like all Morganian's are, and she had been working at the resort for many years, making a modest living.
Every day Aranga would clean Cingot's room, and each day that would exchange greetings and pleasantries, until one day Cingot asked Aranga out to dinner. This would be the start of a beautiful relationship that soon flourished, and within months the two were married. Due to Cingot's wealth, Aranga was able to leave her job and enjoy a life of happiness with her new husband. Not two months after their wedding did Aranga bring up the joyful news of her pregnancy, which was greeted both with happiness by Cingot, and the immediate hiring of a suite of bodyguards to protect his wife and new child.
The truth behind Irwaen's birth though was nothing as fantastic as the rumors she has heard, it was in fact much more simplistic. During a picnic in the shade of a large cherry blossom tree, Aranga went into labor. With Cingot staying by her side, and a bodyguard rushed off to find anyone with medical training to help, Irwaen was born in the shade of a clear sunny day, with her first sight being the cherry blossoms, which since the day of her birth, have been her favorite flora.
Living in Paradise
As a little girl Irwaen was always surrounded by the most expensive things, all the gifts showered upon her by a father whom spoiled her, his only child. It became common place for Irwaen to find herself surrounded by these expensive items, and of course the always burly bodyguards that kept others away from the young miss, or kept their small chats just that, short and small. This though never bothered Irwaen and she always seemed to enjoy herself, always happy whenever her father dropped another gift before her, and whenever her mother always came to play with her. She was living a life of luxury with two loving parents that she was always with.
For a little girl though sickness was difficult to understand, so when the day came that her mother began to cough up blood, little Irwaen didnt know what was going to happen. For a few months her mother seemed to get better, though it was all an illusion, and one day she took a turn for the worst. When Cingot had woken early to go downstairs he found his wife laying at the bottom of the stairs in their home coughing horribly. Worried and concerned lead to him rushing her to the hospital with Irwaen in tow, wondering what was happening.
It was clear though when the doctor came into the room that Aranga didnt have much time left to live, and with a crying Cingot and a confused Irwaen in the room she said her goodbyes. She reminisced about her own life, how she had gone from being the daughter of a poor worker, to being the wife of a rich man on vacation. The smile that it brought to her face though made Cingot smile, though the tears returned as he had to watch Aranga bring Irwaen up onto the bed to tell her to be a good girl, to look after her daddy and that Aranga was going to go to sleep for a long time now. It would later come to light that the hotel Aranga had been working in was using outdated chemicals in the cleaning process, which had not only gotten Aranga sick, it had also lead to the deaths of other workers.
During her funeral Irwaen watched in horror as they put her mother in the ground and began to bury her. It took nearly all the strength of her personal bodyguard to hold her back as she cried about them burying her mother, trying to them that she couldn't get out again if she woke up like she said she would. Irwaen was too little to understand death, and the entire way home she cried in her father's arms that they had buried mama who was only sleeping.
A Distant Father
For months after the passing of Aranga, with very little help, Cingot did his best to raise Irwaen, spending more time with her, showing her in more lavish gifts and making sure she had the best guards and tutors to keep her safe and to teach her what she would need. Cingot even returned to work, reopening a weaponsmithing shop and working hard to ensure he could keep Irwaen in the life style she had come accustomed to living. Though it began to get rougher on Cingot, his body was tired from all his work, and his mind was degrading the further he fell into depression. As Irwaen began to grow from a little girl into a young woman, she began to resemble her mother more and more.
In a way this began to hurt Cingot, bringing the memories of Aranga back to the forefront of his mind, bringing up more pain again and again each time he looked at his daughter. Eventually her father began to become more distant from Irwaen, which would bring up its own hardships for her to deal with the more Cingot became more distant from her. It became clear though what was happening, as Cingot use to visit Irwaen everyday, then it became only a few days a week, then a couple times every couple of weeks, until it was nothing more than a day or two a month. In the end Irwaen couldnt find or speak to her father, leaving her to fend for herself.
Cingot had in fact locked himself away in his room, with a constant weeping being heard from behind the locked doors. It was clear that he had broken down completely, and now with Irwaen having been left to her own devices by a now absent father, it was the staff of their large home and the bodyguards that protected her whom stepped up to take care of the young woman and guide her in the right direction. Everyday was filled with class after class of tutors, and while many came and went each day, there were those whom took up residence in one of the open guest rooms and stayed on full time to teach Irwaen.
Those everyday lessons though were supplemented by those of the staff whom also stepped in to help. Irwaen learned everything from anyone whom worked for her, including even spending mornings and nights in the kitchen learning from the chefs. On weekends her bodyguards stepped in to supplement her teaching, starting to train her how to protect herself from being unarmed, to blades and blasters. In all these years of growing and learning she never once saw her father, the man whom had once lavished her and loved her had just disappeared from her life, and in turn she began to forget about the man that she had once called daddy.
Growing Alone
Irwaen had grown accustomed to the thought of being alone, those around her, being only her tutors, bodyguards and the staff of the home had become her life and her family. She knew each one of them by name, knew their life story and knew their families and made sure that those whom worked for her and cared for her were in turn very well taken care of. She had even gone as far as to ensure that the child of one of her bodyguards was put into a good school to have a better life than what the father had gone through. Irwaen in turn became more like family to her workers, than her own father was to her, in fact Cingot hadn't even been heard from in years. The weeping that had once been the usual marking of the family home in the western wing had seemed to die down.
It became clear very quickly that something had happened. The trays that the servants usually brought up had gone untouched. Each day the tray would be left outside the door at the right time, only for a servant to later come and find that it was not touched. The growing concerned continued as each tray was left untouched and not a bit of the food was consumed. When the locks on the doors to the bedroom had finally been forced open it was more than clear that Cingot had stopped eating. Those trays that had been brought into the room were sitting strewn about with rotting food piled up. His body having wasted away to nearly nothing, with clear evidence that in the more recent days, with it being estimated that the suicide had happened within a few days prior to the discovery, that Cingot had taken his own life. The note that was found sitting on the bed side table was him apologizing for his short comings. It also apologized to Irwaen for his actions, though the note was all that remained of a once great man. To Irwaen though there wasnt a need to show any emotion when the body was found, for her she had already lost her father years ago, and now all she was doing was merely laying a body to rest.
However it was at the will reading that really changed Irwaen's mind on the man whom had been her father. Happy memories were brought back to her mind, flooding to the surface as she saw what Cingot had looked like years ago before he wasted away. It was this father that she remembered, the man whom had showered her with love and lavish gifts, it was this same man whom returned for one last appearance. A case was presented to Irwaen, in it lay a pair of black metal gloves, one of which held a collapsable blade within. Each of the black metal gloves had been carefully and painstakingly made with care and love. They were to be the last great works of a master weaponsmith, the last work of Cingot that would be the envy of all his previous work. He had made them for his little girl, the last show of love from his weary and tired heart that had been so scared by the loss of his wife, and in turn so pained by his abandonment of his own child. It was the final gift of a man whom at one point had no boundary of love, nor no ending to showing it towards his little girl.
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NAME: Irwaen Aglari
FACTION:
RANK:
SPECIES: Morganian
AGE: 29
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'7" ; 5'8" in Heels
WEIGHT: 133
EYES: Sea Blue
HAIR: Platinum Blonde
SKIN: Fair
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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[+] Self Defense Training
[+] Proficient with Small Arms and Bladed Melee weapons
[-] Required to wear a breath mask due to weak lungs
[-] Often over compensates due to poor health which in turn causes her to overexert herself
BIOGRAPHY:
Birth in a Garden
The truth behind Irwaen's birth is still something that is speculated upon, with rumors saying she wasn't born but created, or that she just simply appeared out of the thin air one day, with her favorite being that she merely walked out of the center of a star after willing herself into existence. Surprisingly though she had a birth of simplistic origins on the resort world of Dremulae in the Deep Core. Her father Cingot Aglari was a man that was very well off in his life, coming from old money which he had inherited from a long line of weapon smiths and fortune hunters that ran in his family. He was merely on Dremulae to enjoy a vacation, which in its own time would turn into a permanent stay and retirement on the resort world. Her mother Aranga Aglari was a room keeper at the hotel that Cingot was staying in, with his room being cleaned by her each day. She was considered beautiful like all Morganian's are, and she had been working at the resort for many years, making a modest living.
Every day Aranga would clean Cingot's room, and each day that would exchange greetings and pleasantries, until one day Cingot asked Aranga out to dinner. This would be the start of a beautiful relationship that soon flourished, and within months the two were married. Due to Cingot's wealth, Aranga was able to leave her job and enjoy a life of happiness with her new husband. Not two months after their wedding did Aranga bring up the joyful news of her pregnancy, which was greeted both with happiness by Cingot, and the immediate hiring of a suite of bodyguards to protect his wife and new child.
The truth behind Irwaen's birth though was nothing as fantastic as the rumors she has heard, it was in fact much more simplistic. During a picnic in the shade of a large cherry blossom tree, Aranga went into labor. With Cingot staying by her side, and a bodyguard rushed off to find anyone with medical training to help, Irwaen was born in the shade of a clear sunny day, with her first sight being the cherry blossoms, which since the day of her birth, have been her favorite flora.
Living in Paradise
As a little girl Irwaen was always surrounded by the most expensive things, all the gifts showered upon her by a father whom spoiled her, his only child. It became common place for Irwaen to find herself surrounded by these expensive items, and of course the always burly bodyguards that kept others away from the young miss, or kept their small chats just that, short and small. This though never bothered Irwaen and she always seemed to enjoy herself, always happy whenever her father dropped another gift before her, and whenever her mother always came to play with her. She was living a life of luxury with two loving parents that she was always with.
For a little girl though sickness was difficult to understand, so when the day came that her mother began to cough up blood, little Irwaen didnt know what was going to happen. For a few months her mother seemed to get better, though it was all an illusion, and one day she took a turn for the worst. When Cingot had woken early to go downstairs he found his wife laying at the bottom of the stairs in their home coughing horribly. Worried and concerned lead to him rushing her to the hospital with Irwaen in tow, wondering what was happening.
It was clear though when the doctor came into the room that Aranga didnt have much time left to live, and with a crying Cingot and a confused Irwaen in the room she said her goodbyes. She reminisced about her own life, how she had gone from being the daughter of a poor worker, to being the wife of a rich man on vacation. The smile that it brought to her face though made Cingot smile, though the tears returned as he had to watch Aranga bring Irwaen up onto the bed to tell her to be a good girl, to look after her daddy and that Aranga was going to go to sleep for a long time now. It would later come to light that the hotel Aranga had been working in was using outdated chemicals in the cleaning process, which had not only gotten Aranga sick, it had also lead to the deaths of other workers.
During her funeral Irwaen watched in horror as they put her mother in the ground and began to bury her. It took nearly all the strength of her personal bodyguard to hold her back as she cried about them burying her mother, trying to them that she couldn't get out again if she woke up like she said she would. Irwaen was too little to understand death, and the entire way home she cried in her father's arms that they had buried mama who was only sleeping.
A Distant Father
For months after the passing of Aranga, with very little help, Cingot did his best to raise Irwaen, spending more time with her, showing her in more lavish gifts and making sure she had the best guards and tutors to keep her safe and to teach her what she would need. Cingot even returned to work, reopening a weaponsmithing shop and working hard to ensure he could keep Irwaen in the life style she had come accustomed to living. Though it began to get rougher on Cingot, his body was tired from all his work, and his mind was degrading the further he fell into depression. As Irwaen began to grow from a little girl into a young woman, she began to resemble her mother more and more.
In a way this began to hurt Cingot, bringing the memories of Aranga back to the forefront of his mind, bringing up more pain again and again each time he looked at his daughter. Eventually her father began to become more distant from Irwaen, which would bring up its own hardships for her to deal with the more Cingot became more distant from her. It became clear though what was happening, as Cingot use to visit Irwaen everyday, then it became only a few days a week, then a couple times every couple of weeks, until it was nothing more than a day or two a month. In the end Irwaen couldnt find or speak to her father, leaving her to fend for herself.
Cingot had in fact locked himself away in his room, with a constant weeping being heard from behind the locked doors. It was clear that he had broken down completely, and now with Irwaen having been left to her own devices by a now absent father, it was the staff of their large home and the bodyguards that protected her whom stepped up to take care of the young woman and guide her in the right direction. Everyday was filled with class after class of tutors, and while many came and went each day, there were those whom took up residence in one of the open guest rooms and stayed on full time to teach Irwaen.
Those everyday lessons though were supplemented by those of the staff whom also stepped in to help. Irwaen learned everything from anyone whom worked for her, including even spending mornings and nights in the kitchen learning from the chefs. On weekends her bodyguards stepped in to supplement her teaching, starting to train her how to protect herself from being unarmed, to blades and blasters. In all these years of growing and learning she never once saw her father, the man whom had once lavished her and loved her had just disappeared from her life, and in turn she began to forget about the man that she had once called daddy.
Growing Alone
Irwaen had grown accustomed to the thought of being alone, those around her, being only her tutors, bodyguards and the staff of the home had become her life and her family. She knew each one of them by name, knew their life story and knew their families and made sure that those whom worked for her and cared for her were in turn very well taken care of. She had even gone as far as to ensure that the child of one of her bodyguards was put into a good school to have a better life than what the father had gone through. Irwaen in turn became more like family to her workers, than her own father was to her, in fact Cingot hadn't even been heard from in years. The weeping that had once been the usual marking of the family home in the western wing had seemed to die down.
It became clear very quickly that something had happened. The trays that the servants usually brought up had gone untouched. Each day the tray would be left outside the door at the right time, only for a servant to later come and find that it was not touched. The growing concerned continued as each tray was left untouched and not a bit of the food was consumed. When the locks on the doors to the bedroom had finally been forced open it was more than clear that Cingot had stopped eating. Those trays that had been brought into the room were sitting strewn about with rotting food piled up. His body having wasted away to nearly nothing, with clear evidence that in the more recent days, with it being estimated that the suicide had happened within a few days prior to the discovery, that Cingot had taken his own life. The note that was found sitting on the bed side table was him apologizing for his short comings. It also apologized to Irwaen for his actions, though the note was all that remained of a once great man. To Irwaen though there wasnt a need to show any emotion when the body was found, for her she had already lost her father years ago, and now all she was doing was merely laying a body to rest.
However it was at the will reading that really changed Irwaen's mind on the man whom had been her father. Happy memories were brought back to her mind, flooding to the surface as she saw what Cingot had looked like years ago before he wasted away. It was this father that she remembered, the man whom had showered her with love and lavish gifts, it was this same man whom returned for one last appearance. A case was presented to Irwaen, in it lay a pair of black metal gloves, one of which held a collapsable blade within. Each of the black metal gloves had been carefully and painstakingly made with care and love. They were to be the last great works of a master weaponsmith, the last work of Cingot that would be the envy of all his previous work. He had made them for his little girl, the last show of love from his weary and tired heart that had been so scared by the loss of his wife, and in turn so pained by his abandonment of his own child. It was the final gift of a man whom at one point had no boundary of love, nor no ending to showing it towards his little girl.
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