Jala
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║ Jala Kehoe ║
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Birth Name : Jala Kehoe
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Nickame(s)/Preferred Name(s) : Jala
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Occupation: Thief
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Home World: Tatooine
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Status: On The Run
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Species: Human [Tatooine]
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Sex: Female
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Age: Early Twenties
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Height: 178 cm I 5'8''
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Weight: 53 kg I 119 lbs
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Skin: Mocha Brown [Freckly]
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Hair: Charcoal Black
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Eyes: Amber
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Notable Marks: Small Cut Under Left Eye
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Short Description: Jala, being a human girl in her early twenties has a slim, yet a relatively athletic frame. Her skin; covered in freckles going down her neck, dainty shoulders, back and arms is dark mocha brown in color. Her somewhat curly messy charcoal-black hair is mostly kept at shoulder-length. The girl's eyes are amber in color and like the rest of her figure her youthful face is quite freckly with the brown bunch of dots mostly under her eyes and on her cheeks.
Attire
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈Short Description: Jala's most often seen in her typical outfit consisting of a type of brown pilot's jacket sporting gang insignia on its shoulders. Most often left unbuttoned and open, the jacket leaves completely visible the shirt she wears under it; which follows the colors her gangster past was controlled by: Mustard yellow and black.
Held in place by various belts and accessories tightly wrapped on and around her pelvis and hips, Jala's pants continue the color theme with an almost black dark brown in the front paired with a black in the back of her hips. On her hands, she usually has fingerless tactical gloves that aim to help with grips on different surfaces. Jala's boots are long and go up to almost her knees, but at the same time, they're light and let her maneuver with relative ease.
Under her clothing, Jala's legs from knee-down have been replaced with cybernetic alternatives. The robotic legs, while not exactly professional and high quality are not too crude in their looks either. Having the same yellow-black color scheme to them and more gang insignia printed on them the cybernetics are also designed to make it possible for the girl to drop down from considerably higher surfaces without any damage to herself.
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Force Sensitive : Yes, Unaware
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Personality Description :Jala is what one would describe as a fast thinker yet most of her decisions are mostly controlled by emotions. With that said, the girl is quite impulsive, but hasn't yet learned to forgive and forget her mistakes caused by it. Jala more often than not ends up getting haunted by the thoughts of better decisions that could've been made afterwards.
The girl's quick and impulsive thinking is a good pairing with her freerunning skills, however. Such talent gives her the ability to take shortcuts typical attackers won't see coming beforehand.
However, despite her slightly adrenaline-loving side, Jala can't help but favor peace and quiet the most. Perhaps even somewhat submissive in her nature, the girl does find herself accepting her situation even in a situation where she'd like to complain about it. She's also quite fine at controlling and calming herself down without getting stuck on her frantic and hyperactive state after a good rush of dopamine. On that premise, Jala is quite musical and absolutely cherishes the silent nights on a rooftop, listening to solid tracks with earbuds attached to her portable datapad.
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(+) As The Wind Blows: Jala is undeniably a skilled freerunner and quick on her feet in general.
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(+) As The River Flows: Jala is quite good at having control over her feelings and state of mind, rarely losing her temper or acting frantically as a whole.
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(+) And As The Rocks... Hurt you...??: Despite not being the bloodthirsty fighter type of girl, Jala can still resort to violence as her last effort to change the situation to her favor.
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(/) Impulsive: Jala is generally and impulsive person, jumping at chances without giving them a seconds worth of thinking first.
(-) Emotional Thinker: Jala most often finds herself making most decisions trough and acting as her emotions guide her to first and foremost which isn't exactly the best pairing with her generally impulsive nature.
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(-) "What If...": More often than not, Jala finds herself pondering past mistakes and decisions in general in an even unhealthy amount.
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(-) Way Too Emphatic: Jala's efforts to try and suppress her overly emphatic nature have mostly failed, and the girl continues to wonder what her actions might've caused to others.
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┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈Like most with a past similar to her own, Jala's exact backstory has mostly been swept away to hide between the lines of the dusty pages of history. Being a rather meaningless and typical tale of a girl who found herself under the two ruthless suns of an even more relentless planet, the story doesn't exactly have much value to most who hear or become a part of it…"Dad! Dad, look!"
The girl's voice echoed around on the recently polished, but evidently rather worn down white walls of the hole in the endless sand. With an enthusiastic grin on her face, Jala let her hands go and slowly, carefully even, let herself stand up straight on top of the lengthy and rusty antenna-like structure she had managed to climb on top of.
"Come outside!"
Jala waited for her father to appear somewhere on the opposite end of the moisture vaporator, feeling the light breeze that tossed small bits of dust over the edges of the hole and rained them down to the concrete floor deep down under her, on her face.
Just then, a familiar deep voice roared at the brunette.
"JALA! I told you I- Get down, sweetie! I don't want to see you leave a mark on the floor when you come crashing down!"
Oh yes, her father. Although Jala had been somewhat startled by the sheer surprise of the first yell which had reached her ears, she could still pick up on the slight tone of amazement which had been hidden under a mandatory layer of anxiety at the sight of her daughter standing on top of an alarmingly tall machine in her old man's voice...
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Jala's story began as she was born to a family of three barely surviving amid the sands of Tatooine's brutal wilderness. Her father, a retired gun of a local aturned scrapper, was the one to provide the most for the family financially, while her loving mother was kept occupied by caring for the girl and her two older sisters for most of her time.
The girl's early days were, for the most part, spent playing around in the sand and wondering what life outside her isolated home's walls was like. The only snippets of such coming from the tales she'd hear from her older sisters and from the strange, nasty, and armed men who visited her father from time to time...
“…This one time a man with came knocking on our door and wanted to talk to dad. He must’ve been all the way over from the city and-”
The young woman’s story was yet again interrupted by the bright, naive, and rather innocent voice of her younger sister. She should’ve remembered that merely uttering a single word somehow related to the city looming behind the dunes would spark the fuse for endless questions.
“From the city? Wow, that’s really far away. Did he walk? Aren’t there big monsters on the way?”
, the smaller girl of the two asked. She also put her hands as far apart as she could in front of her face to really sell the image of a huge monster lurking in the depths of the sand to her older sister.
“No… No, he came riding a huge speeder bike that sent sand flying all over.”
The words floated in the hot, silent air between the girls. It was clear they had indeed sparked a rather clear memory in the head of the young smuggler sitting on the ground next to her little sister. She looked down before taking a quick glance over her shoulder at the old, worn down speeder bike they were both leaning against.
“What did he say to dad?”
“I don’t know… Dad shot him.”
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However, that peace had been broken by the words the dark-skinned girl had finally gathered the strength to back up.
"You don't want this.", the man managed to respond. It took him a while. He seemingly had to collect the countless pieces he had been shattered to after hearing what the young girl had said.
"You're not like them, baby, you don't want this.", he continued. The dark-haired man looked far up in the sky in an effort to keep his eyes from flooding up. It would've been painfully ironic for his tears (Which would have been evaporated when touching the sand under him) to have managed to activate the hibernating machine lying in front of him.
"Jala. You know I've told both your sisters this."
The girl's father turned his head enough for her to see one of his eyes. It did have pain in it, but she couldn't have seen it in the heat.
"I'm not stopping you, darling. But you... You're not coming back here anymore."
The man turned around fully and slowly passed the girl as he seemingly made his way back indoors.
"But, you can stay."... Still looking? Well... Maybe you'll find something eventually...... No? Oh well, might as well try again later on then, yeah?...
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