Liona Mikael
Ain't nothin' a little hotwirin' can't fix.
NAME: Liona Mikael
ALIAS: Phymi Tide (used for slicing and smuggling)
NICKNAMES: Li, Mikael
TITLES: N/a
SPECIES: 100% pure blood human
AGE: 20
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’2”
WEIGHT: Roughly 120lbs
EYES: Blue, a tad on the teal side
HAIR: Dyed purple, naturally light brown, kept short
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, to a moderate degree
OCCUPATION: Smuggler, gun for hire
FACTION: The Vanguard
RANK: Unbloodied
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
[ + ] Lively Spirit - “Oh come on! It’ll be fun!” - For a twenty standard year old woman who spent most of her teen years avoiding arrest, she has a rather carefree and energetic attitude towards life. The idea of a new day gets her excited, as it brings prospects of new adventures and new places to go. Liona almost seems to have a thread of wanderlust about her because of this, never staying in the same location for longer than a few standard years (if you’re lucky).
[ + ] Deft Hands - “Here, let me hack that.” - Liona’s good with her hands. Very good with her hands, by all accounts. She’s spent many of her years slicing into datapads and pulling credit chips from pockets. She’s not half bad at jerryrigging a starship or a droid either, a task that’s gotten her into quite the bit of trouble in her youth. If asked, she can use her fingers for the greater good, and help repair your broken droids and equipment. Maybe. If she likes you.
[ +- ] Stubborn - “Don’t care if it’s dangerous, I’m doing it anyway.” - Once her mind is set, it’s very hard to change it. She’s stubborn in just about everything, from how her hair is colored, to the route she’s taking to her next location, to the method of ‘aggressive negotiations’ she’s using. In some ways, this helps her and keeps her on the right path. She’ll always complete her jobs and isn’t dissuaded by how hard or trying it may be. In others, she’s been known to blow up at people for ‘disregarding’ her authority or decision. Her stubbornness has cost her a fair amount of credits, and it’s gained her a fair amount too. Really, there’s sort of more of a net gain of 0 credits when you think about it. She loses almost as much as she gains, if not more sometimes.
[ +- ] Impersonal - “Nothin’ personal, love.” - Liona doesn’t really get attached to people. Her blaster pistols and her ship are about the only thing she truly cares for. A good thing, if you need her to take out someone or steal some candy from a baby. She never quite gets close enough to people to put them in danger, or jeopardize her own mission. By that same token, she never gets close to people. Ever. It’s like some forcefield separates you and her, and there’s nothing that can penetrate it. She comes off hard, and in some cases frigid, and never gives someone a second glance. She’ll shoot first, that’s guaranteed.
[ - ] Reckless - “So what if I sent the speeder thirty feet into the air?” - By function of her sensitivity to the Force - but absolutely no training or knowledge about it beyond “huh I’m pretty decent at dodging stuff” - Liona’s an incredibly reckless person. A large sand dune over a thousand foot deep canyon? She’ll jump it on her speeder. Infiltrating a building full of corrupt merchants armed to the teeth? Yeah, she’ll do that too. Liona gets a rush of adrenaline from doing really, really stupid things and getting away with it, and will charge headlong into a krayt dragon’s den if it’s worth it. Her recklessness has gotten her into more trouble that she wants to admit, and yet she still engages in it. Talk about thrill seeking to the max.
[ - ] Crass - “I’ll kill you, you knifing sithspawn of a Hutt!” - Liona lacks a certain… class when it comes to interacting with other people. Her vocabulary is rather colorful and she’s not afraid to string explicatives together to get the meaning across. She also lacks a filter between her thoughts and her mouth. The woman will say what she’s thinking, as she thinks it, without much thought to the consequences of her words. In her mind, its better to tell the ‘truth’ directly, than to beat around the push and be kind to the person. Not exactly someone wants to hear when trying to close a business deal.
APPEARANCE:
A short woman, Liona stands a few inches more than five feet. Her purple hair is cut short except for two portions that hang on either sides of her face. A way to keep opponents from grabbing her hair and using it as leverage, it’s also much easier to slap on a helmet with shorter hair. Expressive, yet hard cerulean eyes peer out from above an almost permanent grin. A long scar from her left temple to under her chin sticks out white against the tan skin. She’s lethe and petite, with a rectangular figure and little in the way of ‘womanly’ curves.
She wears easy to move around in clothing, generally looser pants that cover her boots and a padded jacket over a very simple tunic. She’s not one for much flair, though does tend to add a bit of color accents to her clothing. A pistol holster with two hip holsters sits on her waist in place of a belt. Between the holsters sit various pockets and pouches, where she keeps various datapads, a small communicator, energy packs for her pistols, and a credit chip. Along the very back is a hidden slot for a vibro-dagger.
The only piece of jewelry she owns is a small twenty sided piece of silver metal on a thin chain around her neck, about half an inch in diameter. She’s often seen playing with this tiny babble with in thought or nervous.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Tatooine to an set of well meaning but ultimately failing parents, Liona spent quite a number of her younger years moving from junk shop to junk shop as a hired hand. While she was lucky to not be born a slave, she was treated about the same as one. Her spitfire temper and recklessness, as well as an early developed love of talking back drove her from each of her ‘prospective masters’ to the point that almost no one would even take her. Along the way, she learned how to slice into the datacrons the junk shop owners had and mess with quite a lot of their inventories and credit amounts.
More than once she found herself beaten and detained for her trouble making. Yet, Liona kept doing it, and soon got to a point of covering her tracks when she sliced. It went on for many years until she’d stolen enough to get off planet. At seventeen, Liona bought her way onto a small freighter destined for elsewhere in the galaxy and left the sandy planet behind. She used the last of her stolen credits to buy herself a ship (Republic space checked for that, doncha know), and started taking odd jobs and bounties to live on. She didn’t really care if it was killing someone or moving illegal cargo, as long as it paid good money. She had a brief stint with a Trandosian, one of the few beings she’s ever opened up to, that ended quite terribly when he became her target.
Now at twenty, she’s doing her best to stay out of trouble, and avoid getting killed in the middle of the war.
