Aver Brand
Mercicle
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Intent: Submit a Nadir pit fighter for an upcoming event.
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Role: Nadir pit fighter
Links: Nadir, Point Nadir
Age: 74
Force Sensitivity: None
Species: Komodi
Appearance: Horny, tattooed, wild. Built and tall like an amazon, red-eyed and fierce. The sort of gal you think twice before asking her out. And if she says yes, best be ready when those breeches come undone. Looks like she could break your hand if you tried to shake hers. Usually adorned in traditional Komodi warrior garb, with red clan markings on her arms and face. Wears piercings and beads and enough jewelry to put a rapper to shame.
Name: Zasulu Natt
Loyalties: Herself
Wealth: Hand to mouth
Notable Possessions: A few pretty daggers. A clan amulet. Enough bacteria and viruses to make an epidemiologist swoon.
Skills: Haruspicy, mean cook, better than you with a knife, plays the quetarra
Personality: Zas is an affable, grinning, sticky-fingers kinda gypsy. You’ll hear her coming from a mile away, necklaces and earrings and bracelets jingling with every gesture. She likes a good drink and a laugh, makes friends as easily as she robs them blind, and tends to be the life of whichever party she happens to be gatecrashing.
Weapon of Choice: Knives, claws, horns, and – waitforit – FIRE BREATH.
Combat Function:
Stabby stab stab: Zas will make Emmenthaler out of your soft bits before you can so much as scream “I’m being robbed!”. She handles blades and knives like an extension of her own body.
Fleet feet: Despite her imposing height and strength, Zasulu is anything but slow. She can dance circles around most opponents, quick to move in unpredictable directions or close distances to get a nice cut in. She’s got an unbeatable sense of balance and space, making it difficult to outmaneuver her even in the best of circumstances.
Komodi™: Suffers from Atypical Horn disease. And Scale Slag. And Hollow Bone disease.
Among her species, Zas ain’t nothing special. Born to a small clan on the Outer Rim, the young Komodi barely went through her Rites of Passage before their tribe docked on Point Nadir. There their numbers slowly dwindled – some moved on, others found stable work with pirate crews, others still simply succumbed to disease or acute lead poisoning.
When her mother received a last reprieve from her pancreatic cancer, Zasulu collected what little she had in way of material possessions and left the crumbling husk of the clan. She meandered from job to job for a few long years. A smuggling gig here, a gang of thieves there, a short-lived escapade with a death metal band – her experiences were manifold and colorful.
Her career as a pit fighter began through nothing more than a run of bad luck. After one particularly sweet take, Zas – as usual – traipsed off into the Nest to gamble and drink away most of the profits. With enough credits to buy into one of the high profile games, the Komodi soon found herself outsmarted by the card sharps, and eventually ended up betting an evening in the Cruelest Cut.
And she lost.
