NAME: Jhéne Ailo [Jean Ay-low]
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Corellian
AGE: Twenty-Three
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 136lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Light Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Headaches from time to time
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S T R E N G T H S
[+] Cunning
[+] Independent
[+] Entrepreneurial
[+] Marks(wo)man
[+] Determined
[+] Mechanical Knowledge
W E A K N E S S E S
[-] Uncouth Her momma' don' raised her right, because her momma didn't raise her.
[-] Addict To handle her headaches, Jhéne uses deathsticks. They are the only things that dull, if not completely sever the connection to the pain for a period of time. And alcohol is fun.
[-] Cocky Call it the Corellian tongue.
[-] Illiterate for the most part; aside from the basic terms of conditions of mercenary contracts.
[-] Untrusting Being independent has caused her to be exceptionally cautious.
B I O G R A P H Y
Born and raised...okay, born? A mystery. Somewhere on Corellia. Raised? Known; an orphanage on Corellia. When she was ten, Jhéne was adopted by an unknown bounty hunter. She basically spent her time travelling with him until he ran into a crisis on Zeltros. At the time, the Hutt Cartel had a heavy influence over the planet. Jhéne's adopted father was terminated a year into his parenthood, and she was spared.
For much of her youth, Jhéne was a stereotypical party-girl with the Zeltrons, but fell into the wrong crowd. Some of the teens she affiliated with stole from the less fortunate, and those who donated to them. She was caught, and sent to Nar Shaddaa to employ her mechanical talents in the Nar Shaddaa shipyards, still under dominance of the Hutts Cartel.
[To be continued]
