Name: Soah Jai
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Eyes: Hazel (Brown-blue)
Hair: Caramel brown
Height: 6"0'
Weight: 132 Lbs.
Complexion: Lightly tanned
Build: Athletic
Force Sensitive: No
Strengths:
Gunslinger
Hand-to-hand combat
Good-hearted
Weaknesses:
Rebellious
Anger Therapy Drop-out
Not A Big Fan of Humor
Personality:
Soah is the tough, silent type. She doesn't laugh much, if ever. She doesn't get very close to anyone, though she has dated men and women in the past. She's basically all gun and no talk. If you plan on getting "in" with her, you've got a lot of work to do.
Biography:
Soah grew up on Raxxus Prime. Yes, the Junk Planet. Her parents were salvagers who'd made their home there, selling the metal parts that they found to any potential buyers. She used to accompany them on "scrap jumps", and being a small and limber child, she was able to crawl into the more difficult places of the metal ruins to find rare pieces. Life for Soah was relatively very hard, but nice as well. That all changed, however, when she was ten. While playing out in the scrap, Soah was discovered by pirates who had temporarily been hiding on the planet. They kidnapped her, and took her to Nar Shaddaa. She never did discover what they wanted with her, because she escaped soon afterward. Alone an Nar Shaddaa, Soah lived a homeless life for the next four years. In this time, she taught herself how to fight, and managed to join a squad of mercenaries. They taught her how to use a blaster and a rifle. They gave her the nickname "Headshot" for obvious reasons. While with the mercs, Soah fell in love with a girl near her age named Emmi. Soah and Emmi dated for three years.
But, while on a raiding mission in a Sith science facility, Emmi and the rest of Soah's squad were killed. Soah has never fully recovered from losing Emmi, or her fellow squadmates. After losing them, she became a lone mercenary, and has been one ever since. She's had a few minor relationships in that time, but none of them ended well.
Special Features: A tattoo that resembles twisting vines running down her right arm.
