Naomi Carolina
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Naomi Carolina
FACTION:Galactic Alliance
RANK:True grit and cheese grits, annoying older sister
SPECIES:Human
AGE:18 (just shy of 18 but papers say otherwise)
SEX:Female
HEIGHT:Just shy of average
WEIGHT:Average for the not-average height
EYES: Hazel
HAIR:Rusty red
FORCE SENSITIVE: Unknown
STRENGTHS:
- Whiz with a hydrospanner – can fix anything due to growing up in a small, mountain spaceport that had more frying pans than ship parts
- Quick reflexes and town’s pilot ace – can fly a crop-duster and tunnel speeder better than anyone in the mining town, even Jimmy Rae
- Thrifty – can survive off the land and knows local herbs to Barkesh, had to with three younger brothers and a dad who died in the war between the Alliance and the Sith
WEAKNESSES:
- A true red-head – hot headed, stubborn, and brash, comes with the age, too
- Particularly vulnerable to zeltron emotional manipulation from zeltrons
- Allergic to chocolate
- Inch shy of average makes her jump higher and hem all the pants
APPEARANCE:
Freckles galore with flamin’ red hair and skin she always wished was tanner. Can always find a grease spot somewhere with nails smudged permanently gray from coal mining.
BIOGRAPHY:
Naomi grew up in a small spaceport, mining town on Barkhesh. She was the first and only girl with three younger brothers her Ma (Jinny Dashiell-Carolina) insisted on popping out. And Naomi loves them fiercely even though they can be typical little brats. Her Pops worked as a mechanic and enlisted with the Galactic Alliance to fight against the sith. Naomi picked up her mechanic skills from her Pops when he came home on furlough. He taught her some of his flying skills, too, though he preferred the ground. Naomi picked up the rest on her own, sneaking into the mines during off hours to practice in the shaft speeders with some of her friends when she was nine.
When she was twelve, her Ma and the family found out about the death of her Pa in one of the Alliance insurgencies on the sith, just before the sith fell. The airbase he was working on got hit with a payload. The only thing they found were his charred tags, which Naomi keeps around her slender neck at all times.
Naomi immediately pitched in more to help the family as her mother mourned. The teen worked two jobs, a shift in the mines and another at the nearby Alliance base at the Barkhesh North outpost. She fudged an ID card for 18 to get the job, since there were rumors of an approaching war with yet another group tryin' to claim their territory like a male cat sprayin' after being fixed.
Wasn’t long after that, the baddies came and invaded as rumors predicted. She became separated from her Ma and one of her brothers. Most of their small town was destroyed by a bomber. Naomi had a choice to make: either join the baddies or escape and meet up with the Alliance. She'd risk losing a part of her family either way.
Not liking the idea of re-education or potential execution with the baddies, as were the rumors, she took her two brothers and managed to steal one of the baddie's fighters, high-tailing it to the closest Alliance planet. Through some luck and ingenuity, she and her brothers managed to survive and fell into the care of their Uncle,
Judah Dashiell
, and his family. The redhead was grateful and was determined to prove herself right by him and the rest of the Alliance. While not fitting into the mold of the most elite squadron the Alliance had to offer, Naomi decided to put a call out to others like her. A ragtag group of refugees and survivors. Those who still had something worth fighting for. Those who had a passion and talent for flying but lacked the military background.SHIP:
I’m a teenager without a fulltime job!
Won't say no to a mysterious benefactor, though!
KILLS:
Apple pies and fried nuna. Food never had a chance.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED
I'm dodgin' them not collectin' them.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kLylyZciMg
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