Saff
A wanderer
Saffron Irata, Jedi Knight
NAME: Saffron Irata
FACTION: Presently unaffiliated
RANK: Jedi Knight
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 26
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'6 (197cm)
WEIGHT: 80kg (176lb)
EYES: A light orange.
HAIR: Peach-orange, roots nearing red.
SKIN: lightly tanned with a primarily pasty complexion.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force sensitive
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
Strengths -
+ A paragon of physical fitness - where many Jedi, Sith and Mandalorian fighters train themselves into fine pictures of physical might, Saff took it to the extreme. Where many would use the force to augment their physical prowess, Saff honed her physique first and uses the force second. Powerful in build, with the force to enhance her might, she is a dangerously fierce foe to take on.
+ Where her physique cannot carry her - a bevy of tools and tricks are at her disposal. Be it a selection of finely crafted vibroblades, or one of three sabers, she is equipped for any close combat situation. If at range, she keeps a veritable arsenal any Mandolorian would envy and many a jedi would snarl at. She is nontraditional to her core, and she lets it show.
+ Intelligent and witty - Saff was quick as a kid and she's let that flourish as an adult. Her wry wit is sharp and usually gets her into trouble, but it is what lets her escape it the vast majority of the time, the other times are down to sheer dumb luck and a whole lot of brawns.
+ A deadly duellist - not as deadly a force user - honed in Juuyo/Vaapad and Jar'Kai saber combat, Saff was already an outcast among fellow trainees. Her imposing physique set her as a brutish fighter, which little but the controversial Vaapad suited. Combining that with an unfortunately acquired second saber, Saff has found herself as a rather powerful and extremely aggressive duelist.
Weaknesses -
- Smart, mentally, not emotionally - Saffron's biggest weakness is a complete inability to control her emotions. While ready for nearly every situation, what happens in those scenarios can turn as fine a fighter as she is, into a complete mess.
- An arsenal only gets you so far - While Saffron owns an immense stockpile of weaponry, she cannot carry it, usually, little more than her sabers and a blaster are with her, making an ambush quite a problematic scenario.
- The first and last of a dying breed - She is brash, she is cunning and she is ruthless, and she is alone. No friends might work for some, but being alone can only take one person so far and has made her chaff at the very idea of hierarchy if her training already hadn't done that to her.
- Everything's for him - her life matters above the rest, because she cannot avenge anything dead.
APPEARANCE:
A massive woman, Saffron catches the attention of many, while nothing to a Wookie or a Trandoshan, she is imposing. Proud of her physique, she wears little armour, letting the force and good reflexes carry the day. Donning simple leather pants and a tight leotard, the elements seem to leave her unaffected. If nothing else sets her out, a mane of peach-toned hair kept in a long braid and a stitched on eye-patch mark her as a unique face in any crowd.
BIOGRAPHY:
In a different lifetime, she was training to be a real, through and through Jedi. That time has passed, and those aspirations were smashed. She broke violently from her once master, in a manner that better befit a Sith... though in hindsight, such delineations would have been much better to focus on many years prior.
Like many, she was plucked from her parents as an infant, and offered to a passing Jedi master thanks to her force sensitivity, but unlike many others, the man who took her in was not a real master. In fact, she never knew what he was. He certainly was force sensitive, and a fine duelist, the best she'd seen. All she can recall of him now is that he could never stop his pleasant smile, even as he cut down his foes. That haunting grin would never escape her. She had forgotten her fellow trainee's faces, even when their blood was fresh, but bathed in crackling green and purple light, that thin, wisp of a smile on an old wizened face, it refuses to leave her. Now, years have passed, and she has put the past of her malicious false-Jedi master behind her, having spent her time training and honing herself for the eventuality that she finds him again. Only when he was dead, and her friends avenged, could she finally come to know peace. Hardly Jedi-like of her, but now she knows she's barely a Jedi, her master certainly wasn't one, but she hadn't the same hatred needed to become a Sith.
Now, a bounty-hunter, Saffron takes on what she can for whatever money she can, avoiding the recruitment efforts of Sith and Jedi alike in order to finally come face to face with her dead master.
SHIP:
Harbinger's Shadow -
- An old Corellian-made freighter, on the smaller end of the class-size, it's a long, relatively sleek design with four front-mounted laser turrets (two having been installed by Saff) and two rotating turrets coverings its flanks and rear. The wings to the side of the ship fold in and out as the ship lands and takes off.
- the long design leaves a decent amount of room for crew quarters and storage, but the capacity of each has been gutted somewhat to install a better generator to power the extra two turrets and the storage has been retrofitted into an armoury.
- Designed largely for extended space-travel, it suffers in atmospheric travel.
- the originally grey and blue paint-job has since been recoloured to be a wine-red with streaks of black.
NAME: Saffron Irata
FACTION: Presently unaffiliated
RANK: Jedi Knight
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 26
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'6 (197cm)
WEIGHT: 80kg (176lb)
EYES: A light orange.
HAIR: Peach-orange, roots nearing red.
SKIN: lightly tanned with a primarily pasty complexion.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force sensitive
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
Strengths -
+ A paragon of physical fitness - where many Jedi, Sith and Mandalorian fighters train themselves into fine pictures of physical might, Saff took it to the extreme. Where many would use the force to augment their physical prowess, Saff honed her physique first and uses the force second. Powerful in build, with the force to enhance her might, she is a dangerously fierce foe to take on.
+ Where her physique cannot carry her - a bevy of tools and tricks are at her disposal. Be it a selection of finely crafted vibroblades, or one of three sabers, she is equipped for any close combat situation. If at range, she keeps a veritable arsenal any Mandolorian would envy and many a jedi would snarl at. She is nontraditional to her core, and she lets it show.
+ Intelligent and witty - Saff was quick as a kid and she's let that flourish as an adult. Her wry wit is sharp and usually gets her into trouble, but it is what lets her escape it the vast majority of the time, the other times are down to sheer dumb luck and a whole lot of brawns.
+ A deadly duellist - not as deadly a force user - honed in Juuyo/Vaapad and Jar'Kai saber combat, Saff was already an outcast among fellow trainees. Her imposing physique set her as a brutish fighter, which little but the controversial Vaapad suited. Combining that with an unfortunately acquired second saber, Saff has found herself as a rather powerful and extremely aggressive duelist.
Weaknesses -
- Smart, mentally, not emotionally - Saffron's biggest weakness is a complete inability to control her emotions. While ready for nearly every situation, what happens in those scenarios can turn as fine a fighter as she is, into a complete mess.
- An arsenal only gets you so far - While Saffron owns an immense stockpile of weaponry, she cannot carry it, usually, little more than her sabers and a blaster are with her, making an ambush quite a problematic scenario.
- The first and last of a dying breed - She is brash, she is cunning and she is ruthless, and she is alone. No friends might work for some, but being alone can only take one person so far and has made her chaff at the very idea of hierarchy if her training already hadn't done that to her.
- Everything's for him - her life matters above the rest, because she cannot avenge anything dead.
APPEARANCE:
A massive woman, Saffron catches the attention of many, while nothing to a Wookie or a Trandoshan, she is imposing. Proud of her physique, she wears little armour, letting the force and good reflexes carry the day. Donning simple leather pants and a tight leotard, the elements seem to leave her unaffected. If nothing else sets her out, a mane of peach-toned hair kept in a long braid and a stitched on eye-patch mark her as a unique face in any crowd.
BIOGRAPHY:
In a different lifetime, she was training to be a real, through and through Jedi. That time has passed, and those aspirations were smashed. She broke violently from her once master, in a manner that better befit a Sith... though in hindsight, such delineations would have been much better to focus on many years prior.
Like many, she was plucked from her parents as an infant, and offered to a passing Jedi master thanks to her force sensitivity, but unlike many others, the man who took her in was not a real master. In fact, she never knew what he was. He certainly was force sensitive, and a fine duelist, the best she'd seen. All she can recall of him now is that he could never stop his pleasant smile, even as he cut down his foes. That haunting grin would never escape her. She had forgotten her fellow trainee's faces, even when their blood was fresh, but bathed in crackling green and purple light, that thin, wisp of a smile on an old wizened face, it refuses to leave her. Now, years have passed, and she has put the past of her malicious false-Jedi master behind her, having spent her time training and honing herself for the eventuality that she finds him again. Only when he was dead, and her friends avenged, could she finally come to know peace. Hardly Jedi-like of her, but now she knows she's barely a Jedi, her master certainly wasn't one, but she hadn't the same hatred needed to become a Sith.
Now, a bounty-hunter, Saffron takes on what she can for whatever money she can, avoiding the recruitment efforts of Sith and Jedi alike in order to finally come face to face with her dead master.
SHIP:
Harbinger's Shadow -
- An old Corellian-made freighter, on the smaller end of the class-size, it's a long, relatively sleek design with four front-mounted laser turrets (two having been installed by Saff) and two rotating turrets coverings its flanks and rear. The wings to the side of the ship fold in and out as the ship lands and takes off.
- the long design leaves a decent amount of room for crew quarters and storage, but the capacity of each has been gutted somewhat to install a better generator to power the extra two turrets and the storage has been retrofitted into an armoury.
- Designed largely for extended space-travel, it suffers in atmospheric travel.
- the originally grey and blue paint-job has since been recoloured to be a wine-red with streaks of black.