Priscilla Utorna
~lacking empathy~
"The best way to destroy an enemy is to make them your friend."
Occupation: N/AAffiliation: N/A
Homeworld: Carlac
Species: Human
Race: Ming Po
Relationship status: Single
Martial Status: N/A
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Languages:
Galactic Basic: Fluent
Weight: 140lb (63 kg)
Height: 1.81m
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Strawberry blonde
Complexion: White
Noticeable marks: N/A
Alignment: Lawful Good
Background: Kidnapped child/Refugee
Goal: Discover who killed her grandmother
Voice sample: Maya Matlin, Degrassi
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Appearance:
Paige's hair is blonde in colour, and is usually around mid-torso length. Commonly, she can be seen wearing light shades of pink and blue in her everyday outfits, although more commonly she prefers to wear white. After her grandmother died, she stopped wearing such vibrant shades because she no longer thought of them as "fun" Her eyes are blue in colour and she is of medium height.
Personality:
Paige is overall a pleasant person. While having the occasional sarcastic and witty remarks, she is by no means rude. Growing up in Ming Po culture has shaped Paige to be an almost absolute pacifist, although she has no issues with fighting back when she is pushed into a corner, as her parents and other village folk almost always were by Mandalorians.
Being a born optimist has its own challenges. While it's never bad to view the best in people, she's often taken advantage of because of it. Well, because of it is probably the wrong word, but she's incredibly easy to trick in social situations. What she lost in social development she made up for in her intellectual studies, where she was usually lonely as a child she had more than enough time to develop her intellect and smarts.
On another note, she has a mild stutter which, while having receive treatment for it, is still present throughout her early twenties
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Force:
Force sensitivity: Yes
Force skills:
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Biography (Pre-Roleplay):
"It's going to be okay" - The first words ever heard by Paige Blossom. Born at 5lbs under a snow covered Carlac sky. The panic in her voice could not begin to display the situation outside, where several of the village elders were attempting to smooth talk their way out of having their homes burned down by Mandalorian scum.
You know those anecdotal stories of babies remembering stuff in fantastical proportions? Well, this is something that was singed into her memory for the rest of time. The sight of blood splattering the white pure snow below, what appeared to be a head rolling towards a tent and the silence of the cold night as ice crunched beneath beskar boots. Later, she would learn of this person who made a stand to be her grandmother.
For the rest of her time spent on Charlac, she learned one thing; these people do not make empty threats. Every month the raiders would come and execute somebody else. It was like some twisted version of a lottery. How were they picked? One of them would take a very, very old fashioned revolver and would play Russian roulette. This continued for... years. Up until the age of 4 when the village dwindled at about 200 Ming Po, when they realized that killing these people for entertainment was a lot less efficient than simply putting them to slave labour. They already knew that nobody would fight back, that woman who did years ago was the cause of death for 48 villagers.
At the age of eight she saw her grandmother in a dream at night. Her mother and father had been taken away a year earlier, causing her and many other children at the facility she was placed in to be under great distress. The dreams slowly became... twisted. The first dream showed a beautiful Goddess who tried to take her away from this torment, but over time they began transforming into the gruesome scene that was her first memory. The dreams got less perverse as she moved farther and farther away from her sleeping spot, which was the camp. Although she couldn't wander too far, less she want to have her head placed in a rifle scope and pierced onto a stick to be made an example of.
But one day, she did go too far. Too far for her to ever go back to mining coal. Too far for her grandmother's spirits attempts to give her salvation, and too far to remember the privilege of speaking normally ever again. Failing to remember what happened, as it was a blur. Though after it, she was the servant girl of a cruel mistress who would beat her when she spoke out of line, causing her to develop a terrible stutter which sticks to her to this day. Every time she would speak out of line, she would get hit and her words would become jumbled.
Eventually, "benevolent" Galactic Alliance forces liberated her camp, but only her camp. The rescue mission was only partially successful and word got around that a large number of natives were executed by Mandalorians as a show of force as to what would happen should it happen again. Many question if it simply would've been more wise to leave the planet until a better plan was developed.
But that's for an alternate timeline.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
