Character Skice Variger

[Skice Variger]

Skice Variger

Name: Skicizele Variger or Skice for short


Age: 19


Species: Mirialan


Sex: Female


Force Sensitive: Yes


Rank: Initiate


Orientation: Pan-Sexual


Height: 179 Centimeters


Weight: 124 pounds


Eye Color: Sky Blue


Skin Color: Chartreuse Green


Hair: Light Brown

Appearance: Skice is a triangle-shaped woman with narrow fingers, A heart-shaped head, pouty lips, sleek eyebrows and facial tattoos on her forehead and chin.


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Skice's Outfit

Personality: Skice is a whimsical young woman who often uses her charismatic nature to get what she wants. She is almost cartoonish in the way she acts being able to go from cheerful to deadly serious instantly. She is quite inquisitive and is all around a social person.





Stats


Strength: 3/10


Agility: 8/10


Intelligence: 7/10


Magick: 3/10


Dexterity: 9/10


Technology: 7/10


Speed: 6/10


Force Power: 6/10


Constitution: 1/10


Piety: 10/10


Piloting: 5/10


Vitality: 3/10


Beauty: 8/10


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Strengths

• Very Agile: She is fast and this is partly due to her Sorcery
• Street Smart: Skice has been on the streets before in life and
• Knowledge of dark Sorcery: She is a Sorceress so of course, she knows dark Sorcery
• Force Sensitive: It's The Force C'MON
• Charismatic: Her personality is naturally magnetic and

Weaknesses

• Weak: Skice is not physically strong in any capacity
• Naive: Skice may be smart but she is after all still a kid
• Jack of one trade: Skice relies too heavily on her Sorcery in battle
• Overzealous: Skice is at times overbearing and annoying
• Wimp: Skice will turn tail and run as soon as things get dangerous

Combative Abilities


Telekinesis: 4/10


The Kiss Of Death: 10/10


Mind Probe: 7/10


Force Lightning: 5/10


Force Sense: 8/10


Force Drain: 0/10


Illusion Magick: 4/10


Transformation Magick: 2/10


Ressurection Magick: 0/10


Trancendsion Magick: 4/10


Enchantment: 5/10


Spirit Communication: 3/10


Pure Ichor blast: 7/10


Hypnosis Magick: 5/10


Conjuration Magick: 1/10


Heartshadow Magick: 2/10


Totem Magick: 0/10


Gear


1x Bronze Shoto-Saber


1x Dathomirian Holy Text


1x Vial of Oil


1x box of matches


1x Holocomm


1x Satchel of material related to survival Medkits, Food, Water, etc


1x YT-1930 Named: Heaven's Harp


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Biography
Skicizele Variger was born on the planet of Nar-Shaddaa in the year 837 ABY. Her parents, unfortunately, gave birth to a slave as their entire family had been enslaved by the wealthy Hutts that ruled the area after her gambler of a father had lost a bet that he was unable to pay off. Her parents were furious at the enslavement of their daughter and the name she was given "Skicizele" meaning worthless in Huttese. Enrages by their mistreatment her parents staged a revolt against the Hutts which ultimately failed, leaving Skicizele parentless from birth. Skicizele was trained to be nothing more than a slave girl helpless at the hands of her masters who rarely fed her, beat her, degraded her mentally and verbally and perhaps worse, constantly insulted the lives and decisions of her parents.

For years Skicizele lived in these horrible conditions her sorrow and anger only grown over the years until a spacer by the name of "Dax" helped her to escape Nar-Shaddaa and offered to her under her wing. From the age of twelve Skicizele now nicknamed Skice traveled with Dax to exotic worlds taking in all the had to offer, raiding shipments and outrunning the thugs and police that chased them. It was Daz that taught Skice to fight, steal and most importantly run if need be. It was 5 years later when the duo arrived the wretched planet of Dathomir that things took a turn for the worse. They were captured by the remnants of the long-forgotten Nightsisters and were used as unwilling test lab rats to test experimental Sorcery on.

Curses of horrible nature were cast upon them including one that caused any person Skice kissed to contract a horrible famine that would kill them in twenty-four hours unless Skice kissed them before then. Months of horrible torture were inflicted on the poor souls until Dax succumbed to her wounds and died a miserable painful death. This pained Skice more than any torture could and gave her the strength to carry on living until the witches became impressed with the woman's resolve and decided to set her free. Unbeknownst to them, Skice had inhaled enough of their Magical energized mist over the years that her blood had turned to Ichor and gave her the ability to summon and control Magick and all its properties.

The young woman went on the run, taking Dax's ship and traveling the galaxy looking to make a name for herself.