Character
LOCATION: Taris
TAG:
Eira Dyn
Taris a long history. Eons ago, during The Old Republic the Uppercity was completely decimated by Darth Malak who turned the skyline in a flaming surface. Those who survived were in the Mid Level and Undercity, especially those in the underbelly where the infamous Rakghoul virus spread. Those who had been looking for The Promise Land in poverty down there actually went to the regions safest from onslaught that hit the city. Now after so many years that counting them was quite a task, 4858 years to be exact, and thus plenty of time to restore the City World. It was to this place, that Provocatus had come, on a mission. There was a ring of Alliance sympathizers, and Jedi who was to be her target. Though The Lady of Charms did not want to spill blood, she preferred to earn their confidence and create rapport, spying for the Sith. What she needed was a partner, someone who could be the blade to her boudoir.
It seemed her prayers to the immortal gods would be answered, not that she prayed much, she preferring to play with those at the Sabaac tables, kissing the cheek of a client, and making them feel all warm and fuzzy. That was her talent, to make people at ease, silencing them she could do, she had her Shoto saber ever concealed in her thick leather boot that came to her knee cap. The problem is that if she did slay someone, and did so messily, then word would get out, and no matter of persuasion or guile would help her gain control of their minds again. So instead she had sent a message on all channels to those with these sort of talents, to help her keep her cover and do the dirty work needed to appease her handlers. Provocatus was developing a reputation, she had been on Taris for months, and the targets while beginning to trust her, were still breathing...
Inside her apartment in the upper levels, a gift from a client who showered her with credits and kisses, The Lady Charmer sat reclining in a fine chair, her exposed legs arching with out her boots. There she looking out the window saw the mighty chrome skyscrapers, and the levitating matching deck of people walking to and fro, ships descending and ascending, the hustle and bustle as it were. She enjoyed the sight of it, that was the best part about this life, she got to be in metropolises, making her craft work. She had grown rather fond of Taris, though she had not as of yet gone to the lower levels where the Rakghoul Virus was said to have had a resurgence, and was spreading. She knew at some point that she would be lead there, rumor of a cult of Light Side worshipers who were speaking of One who would "heal their wounds, and save Taris from another grim fate." Provo did not believe in messiahs, the problem is the locals did. Preachers on the Mid Levels, and even one on the Upper Level spoke of a one who would come and save Taris. The Prophecy as it was being called was nauseating, The Faithful as they were known were gaining converts. What The Lady of Charms knew is what they described could easily be fufillled by a Jedi, and she suspected that even One of them was stoking this cult, trying to gain ground on Taris. That would not do.. not at all... and so she sent out the message, summoning who would come to help her snuff out this Cult before it destroyed Taris, as most prophecies were want to do...
TAG:
Eira Dyn
Taris a long history. Eons ago, during The Old Republic the Uppercity was completely decimated by Darth Malak who turned the skyline in a flaming surface. Those who survived were in the Mid Level and Undercity, especially those in the underbelly where the infamous Rakghoul virus spread. Those who had been looking for The Promise Land in poverty down there actually went to the regions safest from onslaught that hit the city. Now after so many years that counting them was quite a task, 4858 years to be exact, and thus plenty of time to restore the City World. It was to this place, that Provocatus had come, on a mission. There was a ring of Alliance sympathizers, and Jedi who was to be her target. Though The Lady of Charms did not want to spill blood, she preferred to earn their confidence and create rapport, spying for the Sith. What she needed was a partner, someone who could be the blade to her boudoir.
It seemed her prayers to the immortal gods would be answered, not that she prayed much, she preferring to play with those at the Sabaac tables, kissing the cheek of a client, and making them feel all warm and fuzzy. That was her talent, to make people at ease, silencing them she could do, she had her Shoto saber ever concealed in her thick leather boot that came to her knee cap. The problem is that if she did slay someone, and did so messily, then word would get out, and no matter of persuasion or guile would help her gain control of their minds again. So instead she had sent a message on all channels to those with these sort of talents, to help her keep her cover and do the dirty work needed to appease her handlers. Provocatus was developing a reputation, she had been on Taris for months, and the targets while beginning to trust her, were still breathing...
Inside her apartment in the upper levels, a gift from a client who showered her with credits and kisses, The Lady Charmer sat reclining in a fine chair, her exposed legs arching with out her boots. There she looking out the window saw the mighty chrome skyscrapers, and the levitating matching deck of people walking to and fro, ships descending and ascending, the hustle and bustle as it were. She enjoyed the sight of it, that was the best part about this life, she got to be in metropolises, making her craft work. She had grown rather fond of Taris, though she had not as of yet gone to the lower levels where the Rakghoul Virus was said to have had a resurgence, and was spreading. She knew at some point that she would be lead there, rumor of a cult of Light Side worshipers who were speaking of One who would "heal their wounds, and save Taris from another grim fate." Provo did not believe in messiahs, the problem is the locals did. Preachers on the Mid Levels, and even one on the Upper Level spoke of a one who would come and save Taris. The Prophecy as it was being called was nauseating, The Faithful as they were known were gaining converts. What The Lady of Charms knew is what they described could easily be fufillled by a Jedi, and she suspected that even One of them was stoking this cult, trying to gain ground on Taris. That would not do.. not at all... and so she sent out the message, summoning who would come to help her snuff out this Cult before it destroyed Taris, as most prophecies were want to do...
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