Character Xeproi Dashakan

[Xeproi Dashakan]

Xepori Dashakan

Age	Frozen in Carbonite at 32; Actual age 44
Species	Zabrak
Gender	Female
Height	5 foot, 10 inches - 178cm
Weight	142lbs - 64.4kgs
Force Sensitive	No
Affiliation	Empire of the Lost - The Unblessed

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

• Like most Zabrak, Xepori’s facial markings are among her more distinctive features. A triangle tattooed between her eyebrows, heavy coloring around her chin and horns, and a tear down each cheek stand out.
• A birth defect means that a few of her child horns, ones that typically fall out with age, continued to grow alongside the adult horns, leading to Xepori receiving painful headaches from time to time.
• Stocky, tall, and built in ways that she certainly wasn’t when she first joined with the Dauntless troopers during her late teen years.
• Despite most of the Carbonite sickness side effects being kicked in the years following her release, she remains partially blind in her right eye, prompting her to switch from a predominantly right hand shooter to a left hand.

INVENTORY

• N/A, for now.

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

• Happy go lucky exterior, still grateful to be alive and moving again after being frozen so long in Carbonite. Interior is a battleground of emotions, pain, and distrust of her own memories.
• Scattered memories from her past, only remembering bits and pieces of her life before her capture.
• Deep longing to find a place to call home yet again. Wandering until she does.
• Loyal to those she finds she can put her trust into.

STRENGTHS

• Deep knowledge of weapons: Her time with the Dauntless led Xepori to learn how properly use, clean, and maintain a number of weapons. While her memories of that time are spotty at best, the muscle memory when it comes to weapons never goes well.
• Creative mind: Thinking outside the box was always a trait that managed to impress, and annoy, her superiors. While some of her ideas worked brilliantly due to the enemy not being able to see it coming, there were plenty that flamed out as well.

WEAKNESSES

• Adjusting: As mentioned earlier, Xepori is partially blind in her right eye, prompting her to switch her hand and scope side to the left. This has led to a decrease in accuracy, something she is attempting to correct.
• Scattered memories: Her carbonite sickness has also affected her long term memories, meaning much of her childhood is completely lost, while her time with the Dauntless is spotty at best. And even when those memories of the Dauntless pop up again, it is rarely not followed by a painful throbbing in her head and a wash of anxious emotions.
• Short range, stay away: One genuine weak spot in her weapons knowledge is, well, what to do with the lack of a weapon. Hand to hand combat is an area she severely lacks knowledge and practice in.

HISTORY

Much of Xepori’s early life has been lost to her. All the knowledge she has of that time comes from recovered squad biographies that have been found from her time with the Dauntless. Specific smells, sounds can trigger a memory, but rarely are they from her youthful past.

According to the data that she’s been able to recover, Xepori lived what seemed like a rambunctious life for a citizen in the Confederacy of Independent systems. Growing up in a middle class family on the world of Nal Hutta, she found herself getting into trouble that would drive most parents to their breaking points. Theft, breaking and entering, and plenty of other petty crimes that eventually ended with her being thrown into a Juvenile detention center at the age of 18. Instead of pleading guilty to her crimes and eventually being transferred to an adult facility, she took the option of being enlisted into the Dauntless troopers to spend her time there.

The beginning of her military service was, much like her childhood, rambunctious. From what she had read, there was a point at which Xepori might’ve gotten dishonorably discharged for sneaking off base at Camp Phoenix. Instead, after a period of time where she was able to adjust to her surroundings and begin to make connections. Those connections allowed her to put down roots, find a place within her squad, and for the first time in her life, belong.

Xepori fought in a number of the major battles Dauntless performed in. Atrisia, Ryloth, Rodia, Abraxas, and Kriselist, all places that she put her boots down into the dirt. She had fought other humanoids, monsters beyond this galaxy too, all in service of the Dauntless with her adoptive brothers and sisters. Near the end of Kriselist, she had risen to the level of Corporal, taking command of her own squad. Even though it was constant battles and war, the squad she took charge of became her family, and she was determined to get them all through safely.

But this was shortly before the fall of the Confederacy. She didn’t know much of the politics behind it, only that one day they had a banner to fight under, the next, it was gone. Luna Terrik disappeared, as did many of the friends and squadmates Xepori had grown close too. By the end, it was just her and the squad she had been assigned. They left the Confederacy, the Dauntless, behind. Her little band of mercenaries stole a shuttle from Camp Phoenix and headed to the deep rim, taking any and every job that could keep food in their bellies.

It wasn’t long, however, that they took a job that they probably shouldn’t have. The heist, attempting to steal a piece of technology from a old sith, went extremely poorly. Every member of her band that wasn’t killed, instead was thrown into carbonite, where they remained in that sith’s palace for years upon years.

Only recently did Xepori become unfrozen. When the scrapers found her alongside the other frozen squadmates, she was the only one to survive the years of carbonite. That wasn’t to say she escaped unscathed. Permanent partial blindness in one eye, long term memory loss, and worsening headaches were more than enough reminders that she had lost practically every single piece of the only place she could call home.

Now, Xepori wanders the galaxy, trying to find a new place to belong, while the memories of the past haunt her every step.