Salty Warren
Blood Queen
Salty Warren
Age: 23 years
Species: Vampire
Gender: Female
Height: 1m68
Weight: 58 kgs
Force Sensitive: Extremely
Planet home : Dromund Kaas
I have a rather defined physique. My eyes are cyan, with a piercing and cold gaze, like ice. I am quite tall and slender, and I stand out easily in a crowd. My skin is rather pale, even almost white, because it can’t handle UV rays from the sun.
I wear a black reinforced leather coat to protect myself from the rain and from the blood of enemies. Underneath, I have a light, sexy black outfit that highlights my feminine curves, which I fully embrace. I wear black pants with a belt, and my long, wavy hair cascades down to the middle of my back.
I have beautiful blonde hair; I know what you’re going to say, another blonde with blue eyes. My lightsaber is strapped to my belt; it’s crimson red, like blood.
Although it’s not immediately noticeable, I have sharp fangs because I belong to the vampire folklore. On my right foot, I wear a small metal utility bracelet that protects me from the sun’s rays during the day, preventing my skin from burning or suffering the unpleasant effects. As a vampire, I have a very captivating, even hypnotic appearance. All this is meant to draw you into my trap. I’m a fighter, and it’s not uncommon to see me with torn clothes or a need for bodily fluids like blood. Blood is my food, I need it, and I’m going to hunt for my prey to bite them. I love playing with my food.
As for my personality, I can be quite stubborn. I act on my primal instincts without thinking too much about the consequences. I don’t like waiting for things, which sometimes leads me to make rash or even dangerous decisions. I also can't stand sunlight, and despite my protective device, I prefer to go out early in the night. I live at night and am accustomed to the darkness.
During the day, I tend to rest and lounge in a quiet, shaded corner to avoid turning into a pile of ashes. My weaknesses include sunlight, even though I have a device to protect me, a poor sense of organization, which sometimes leads me to make hasty decisions, and I get angry easily when I’m upset.
On the other hand, I have some qualities. I am loyal, and I take care not to make too many victims in my process. I choose my victims carefully. As a vampire, I must constantly feed my thirst for blood, or I might lose my sanity, which is very unpleasant.
I need to find a partnership with a butcher or a slaver who could provide me with prey in exchange for credits. As a vampire, I am essentially already dead, so I don’t fear heat or cold, and I can stay underwater for extended periods without risk of drowning. Poisons are also ineffective against me.
However, I am sensitive to fire, intense heat, and light. I haven’t tested artificial lights yet, but I’m sure they wouldn’t be good for me. I come from Dromund Kaas, and I am especially familiar with the underworld, where I spent my childhood. I know how tough it is. We’re treated like garbage by the higher-ups. All they care about is results, which is the essence of slavery. Throughout my youth, I had to work as a scrap collector, bringing in parts every day from wreckage sites and other places nobody wanted to go, just to survive and earn a few credits for food. That’s the official story, because despite my nature, I had to find another kind of food: humans or other living beings in general. You see them as humans, I see them as snacks.
I had a difficult childhood, but it wasn’t until adulthood that I managed to escape the scrap-collector job and began traveling from planet to planet to write my own story, a much freer and more enjoyable one, so I could start enjoying the life I had been given. I am a highly skilled Force user, though I don’t yet fully control my power, so I have to be careful when using it to avoid causing chaos.
I remember my first hunt, it was quite thrilling. My victim was another child I didn’t like at all because she would mock and provoke me openly. One day, I decided to hunt her down and bite her neck. I felt her breath weaken; it was so pleasurable that I cried tears as she screamed in rage and despair. We never found the body because I made sure to dispose of it, and I was never questioned about the murder. Back where I come from, it’s a common occurrence.
Today, I aim to find a nice place to live and continue improving. Perhaps I’ll join a group of Force users to refine my skills and help them advance as well. I’m tired of being alone. I’ll need to change my behavior, but that will take a lot of work given how I see others right now.
While I was visiting a technological planet, I received a small bracelet that allows me to resist ultraviolet rays by protecting me from the sun. It’s a very handy little gadget that allows me to stay outside during the day without risking burning myself.
I wear it on my ankle, and as long as it has power, it emits a kind of shield around me, allowing me to avoid hiding under thick coats. It’s much easier to go unnoticed this way.
My lightsaber, I forged it myself in a Sith forge after a long meditation. I used telekinesis to achieve my goal.
So I have my own lightsaber. For the crystal, I took it from one of those Jedi scum in a fight to the death, and after that, I made the crystal my own. I share and understand the Sith philosophy. The more I go on, the more I’ll be inclined to become strange and violent if I’m not careful with my alignment and my actions.
An interesting fact: as a vampire, I can’t be seen in a reflection. If I look at myself in a mirror, I won’t be able to see myself, which is frustrating because I can’t admire my unparalleled beauty.
As for my clan, my family doesn’t have such a crazy story to tell, considering I had to work as a scrap collector to make ends meet when I was younger. They didn’t offer much support. I had to learn to hunt and fend for myself to get by. So, I’m a girl with a pretty ordinary story, at least for a vampire. All I hope for is to start growing in power and form new connections.
I hope my entry into politics will be noticed. I aspire to great ambitions and have big dreams, but I’m not sure if it’s possible, as for humans, it goes against their moral code. I dream of having a center where I could have unlimited food without having to hunt, where humans would be in cages, ready to be devoured for my pleasure or enslaved to serve my cause.
For that, I’ll need to take possession of an isolated place or a well-fortified base to make my crazy project a reality. I dream of having a giant fridge, but for humans. Of course, for them, it would be hell on Earth, but that’s not my problem.
To achieve this, I’ll need resources, power, and political support to hide all this effectively and legalize it. Blood is a precious resource for me, and I don’t plan on wasting it.
Depending on an individual’s quality of life, their blood is of varying quality, and I’m determined to find the best blood to feed efficiently and without effort.
So, with this somewhat sordid goal in mind, I must start traveling across the galaxy to make a name for myself and write an interesting story to tell.
My philosophy of life is quite clear: I see myself as a predator at the top of the food chain. I want my sword to echo on the various battlefields of the galaxy. The next time I order a ship, I’ll have to make sure to specify protection against ultraviolet rays, because in space, there’s no wall or tree to hide under. My name is Salty Warren.
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