Cerise Fuege
Character
Scarlett Nebula
NAME: Scarlett Nebula (Formerly Scarlett Frasier, changed due to warrants)
FACTION: Not sure yet, will edit in when I join one.
RANK: Smuggler
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 24
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 135
EYES: Glacier Blue
HAIR: Currently shaved, but naturally it's jet black.
SKIN: Pale white
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, but she doesn't know nor care.
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STRENGTHS: Scarlett is very good with a ship, however she sometimes gets a little cocky, but she can generally pilot her way out of most situations. She's also a pretty accurate shot, her keen and depth perception make up 99% of her cockiness.
WEAKNESSES: She's very quick to be provoked, her foul language and obscene gestures often get her into bar room brawls or at the very least a good amount of enemies. It something she's trying to work on but would never admit. She's also got a terrible addiction to deathsticks, having come from severe addictions to other illicit drugs, she's usually pretty easy to take when she hasn't had her fix and is often seen smoking.
SHIP:
Yes, a shitty freighter that she plans to dump at the first sign of a substantial paycheck.
BIOGRAPHY:
Growing up in a rich family on Corellia, Scarlett Frasier usually spent her time outside playing with her friends or with her family attending to their daily rounds to the market or to the stables where her father taught her how to shoot a blaster after she showed disdain for cooking and other chores her mother tried to lure her into. She was very smart and made good marks in all of her classes she attended at the private academy on Corellia. She had a very average life until she graduated and moved to Coronet City and got into a crowd who loved to party, and being from the life of luxury she hailed from she spent all the money she wanted on spice and booze without hearing a word from her parents, she barely made a noticeable dent in their income, they figured she was buying school supplies.
It took her a year before she was a full blown spice addict stealing and robbing people for money, her parents had long forgotten her, she was no longer the bright star they were proud of, she had become a shadow of the prestige her family once held, it was after she got caught breaking into an apartment and stealing from someone with the right connections to get her caught. It took her family a lot of money to save her, after which they told her she was on her own. She spiraled from there.
She got odd jobs here and there to make enough credits to get more drugs, she didn't even drink anymore, it was too wasteful to her, she would rather use the money on spice or deathsticks, she had a fixation with the extremes she could take her body with these designer drugs the clubs were pumping out, she never knew exactly how much of anything she was on but it was always a lot of everything.
She finally reached her breaking point when her best friend Moxy died from an OD, she asked her parents to check her into rehab and help her get on her feet again. That was when they crossed a line, they admitted her to a religious cult they had funded for a long time. The camp was supposed to suppress your urges to do drugs with song and dance praising a higher power, Frasier, the loathsome sod she is, left the very first night and contemplated burning the place down. She realized she was going to get in trouble for leaving before her sentenced probation was up, but she didn't care. She kicked the spice and the other hard drugs, sticking to sex, booze, sticks, and more sex.
It wasn't long before the law and bounty hunters were after her, thus she felt she needed to change her name. She took a look back at her mother's side of the family, her maiden name being Nabulae, and she just changed it to Nebula, she thought it was catchy and it stuck, and now she's a smuggler trying to make ends meet with her ship, and trying to make sure she doesn't slip back into familiar demons.
KILLS:
None...yet.
ROLE-PLAYS:
None
NAME: Scarlett Nebula (Formerly Scarlett Frasier, changed due to warrants)
FACTION: Not sure yet, will edit in when I join one.
RANK: Smuggler
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 24
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 135
EYES: Glacier Blue
HAIR: Currently shaved, but naturally it's jet black.
SKIN: Pale white
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, but she doesn't know nor care.
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STRENGTHS: Scarlett is very good with a ship, however she sometimes gets a little cocky, but she can generally pilot her way out of most situations. She's also a pretty accurate shot, her keen and depth perception make up 99% of her cockiness.
WEAKNESSES: She's very quick to be provoked, her foul language and obscene gestures often get her into bar room brawls or at the very least a good amount of enemies. It something she's trying to work on but would never admit. She's also got a terrible addiction to deathsticks, having come from severe addictions to other illicit drugs, she's usually pretty easy to take when she hasn't had her fix and is often seen smoking.
SHIP:
Yes, a shitty freighter that she plans to dump at the first sign of a substantial paycheck.
BIOGRAPHY:
Growing up in a rich family on Corellia, Scarlett Frasier usually spent her time outside playing with her friends or with her family attending to their daily rounds to the market or to the stables where her father taught her how to shoot a blaster after she showed disdain for cooking and other chores her mother tried to lure her into. She was very smart and made good marks in all of her classes she attended at the private academy on Corellia. She had a very average life until she graduated and moved to Coronet City and got into a crowd who loved to party, and being from the life of luxury she hailed from she spent all the money she wanted on spice and booze without hearing a word from her parents, she barely made a noticeable dent in their income, they figured she was buying school supplies.
It took her a year before she was a full blown spice addict stealing and robbing people for money, her parents had long forgotten her, she was no longer the bright star they were proud of, she had become a shadow of the prestige her family once held, it was after she got caught breaking into an apartment and stealing from someone with the right connections to get her caught. It took her family a lot of money to save her, after which they told her she was on her own. She spiraled from there.
She got odd jobs here and there to make enough credits to get more drugs, she didn't even drink anymore, it was too wasteful to her, she would rather use the money on spice or deathsticks, she had a fixation with the extremes she could take her body with these designer drugs the clubs were pumping out, she never knew exactly how much of anything she was on but it was always a lot of everything.
She finally reached her breaking point when her best friend Moxy died from an OD, she asked her parents to check her into rehab and help her get on her feet again. That was when they crossed a line, they admitted her to a religious cult they had funded for a long time. The camp was supposed to suppress your urges to do drugs with song and dance praising a higher power, Frasier, the loathsome sod she is, left the very first night and contemplated burning the place down. She realized she was going to get in trouble for leaving before her sentenced probation was up, but she didn't care. She kicked the spice and the other hard drugs, sticking to sex, booze, sticks, and more sex.
It wasn't long before the law and bounty hunters were after her, thus she felt she needed to change her name. She took a look back at her mother's side of the family, her maiden name being Nabulae, and she just changed it to Nebula, she thought it was catchy and it stuck, and now she's a smuggler trying to make ends meet with her ship, and trying to make sure she doesn't slip back into familiar demons.
KILLS:
None...yet.
ROLE-PLAYS:
None
