Well-Known Member
NAME: Jal Raqa
FACTION: Outer Rim Coalition
RANK: Knight
SPECIES: Mirialan
AGE: Prime
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.5 meters
BUILD: Lithe
EYES: Turquoise
HAIR: Purple
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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ATTRIBUTES:
Connections can Kill: A combination of her lowly beginnings and her police career has given her a number of friends and people who owe her throughout the galaxy. However, she also has many people she’s busted and are looking for a way to bring her down.
Hard Knocks: Jal grew up in a rough area, and that never quite left her. She can use that to blend into the world around her, but she is less able to do so around people who grew up more worldly.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jal Raqa started off life as a street kid on Terminus in the Outer Rim. That’s not to say that she was born in a gutter, wielding a knife and pan handling. Instead, she was born into a family in squalor. Her mother was a fairly skilled mechanic, on a planet where you could shop for a mechanic of a specific race and have pages of options. The market was filled with skilled mechanics, so Tal Raqa took what jobs she could to support Jal and her siblings. Jal’s father was out of the picture, which was the only response Jal ever got from her mother on the subject. There had never been any bitterness in Tal’s voice on the subject, just longing and sorrow.
To help out with the family, Jal often took off during the day to find what odd jobs she could. The neighborhoods she grew up in were not the kinds that strangers were welcome in, but it looked out for its own. Jal never knew the many times she was backed up by the local toughs when her panhandling turned the wrong eye for the wrong reason, or when the pocket she cut turned to follow her. In that way, she was lucky. Many in her situation would have been forced into any of a number of professions that she didn’t ever want to consider.
The jump from petty thief to police officer likely takes some explaining. The streets of Terminus’s tougher districts and neighborhoods always had a police officer around. The security forces that policed often changed hands, from system government to local corporation, changing hands back and forth many times. The uniforms, patches, and icons used to identify the police officers changed, but the men, women, and others in uniform were always the same. They came from the neighborhood, grew up there, and protected it. They also had to haul in their family, friends, and neighbors when they committed crimes, but that was part of the job. There was an odd balance to it all that appealed to Jal.
So, when she came of age, she joined the local police academy. She scored well, having been tutored from the first time she showed an interest. She ended up graduating high in her class, though she knew better than to score at the very top. You never draw too much attention to yourself.
After graduating, she was assigned to a beat in the district over from where she grew up. She did her job, sometimes with a partner, but more often solo. Turnover as a beat cop was high, always had been, and always would be. The high danger quotient versus low wages often didn’t sit well with people.
It was a normal police stop when she first exhibited overt force powers. From a young age she had felt things that others couldn’t explain, and small oddities happened around her. When an offworlder tried to push over the local cop (read: her) her connection became tangible, and the blaster bolts coming towards her were pushed into the street, and the offworlder was thrown into a nearby wall. The rest of the stop was routine, in comparison, but her force powers got her noticed. She got pulled into a special task force of the company that owned the security forces on Terminus which brought her off of her homeworld for the first time.
Her work in that first task force brought her into others, and her star was generally rising and her skills were expanding.
Then the company got bought out. The new policies were distinctly humanocentric, and she was not only busted down from her perch, but separated from the company entirely. With the turbulence in the Core, where she had ended up, she decided to head to more familiar territories, and turned for the Outer Rim Coalition.
FACTION: Outer Rim Coalition
RANK: Knight
SPECIES: Mirialan
AGE: Prime
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.5 meters
BUILD: Lithe
EYES: Turquoise
HAIR: Purple
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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ATTRIBUTES:
Connections can Kill: A combination of her lowly beginnings and her police career has given her a number of friends and people who owe her throughout the galaxy. However, she also has many people she’s busted and are looking for a way to bring her down.
Hard Knocks: Jal grew up in a rough area, and that never quite left her. She can use that to blend into the world around her, but she is less able to do so around people who grew up more worldly.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jal Raqa started off life as a street kid on Terminus in the Outer Rim. That’s not to say that she was born in a gutter, wielding a knife and pan handling. Instead, she was born into a family in squalor. Her mother was a fairly skilled mechanic, on a planet where you could shop for a mechanic of a specific race and have pages of options. The market was filled with skilled mechanics, so Tal Raqa took what jobs she could to support Jal and her siblings. Jal’s father was out of the picture, which was the only response Jal ever got from her mother on the subject. There had never been any bitterness in Tal’s voice on the subject, just longing and sorrow.
To help out with the family, Jal often took off during the day to find what odd jobs she could. The neighborhoods she grew up in were not the kinds that strangers were welcome in, but it looked out for its own. Jal never knew the many times she was backed up by the local toughs when her panhandling turned the wrong eye for the wrong reason, or when the pocket she cut turned to follow her. In that way, she was lucky. Many in her situation would have been forced into any of a number of professions that she didn’t ever want to consider.
The jump from petty thief to police officer likely takes some explaining. The streets of Terminus’s tougher districts and neighborhoods always had a police officer around. The security forces that policed often changed hands, from system government to local corporation, changing hands back and forth many times. The uniforms, patches, and icons used to identify the police officers changed, but the men, women, and others in uniform were always the same. They came from the neighborhood, grew up there, and protected it. They also had to haul in their family, friends, and neighbors when they committed crimes, but that was part of the job. There was an odd balance to it all that appealed to Jal.
So, when she came of age, she joined the local police academy. She scored well, having been tutored from the first time she showed an interest. She ended up graduating high in her class, though she knew better than to score at the very top. You never draw too much attention to yourself.
After graduating, she was assigned to a beat in the district over from where she grew up. She did her job, sometimes with a partner, but more often solo. Turnover as a beat cop was high, always had been, and always would be. The high danger quotient versus low wages often didn’t sit well with people.
It was a normal police stop when she first exhibited overt force powers. From a young age she had felt things that others couldn’t explain, and small oddities happened around her. When an offworlder tried to push over the local cop (read: her) her connection became tangible, and the blaster bolts coming towards her were pushed into the street, and the offworlder was thrown into a nearby wall. The rest of the stop was routine, in comparison, but her force powers got her noticed. She got pulled into a special task force of the company that owned the security forces on Terminus which brought her off of her homeworld for the first time.
Her work in that first task force brought her into others, and her star was generally rising and her skills were expanding.
Then the company got bought out. The new policies were distinctly humanocentric, and she was not only busted down from her perch, but separated from the company entirely. With the turbulence in the Core, where she had ended up, she decided to head to more familiar territories, and turned for the Outer Rim Coalition.
