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| Callsign: |
Namyr  |
| ComNet Rank: |
ComNet Cadet
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| Division(s): |
VE - Stormtrooper Corps
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| Gender: |
Female
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| Species: |
Twi'lek
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| Birthday: |
April 9
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| Date Joined: |
January 3, 2007
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| Last Active: |
July 2, 2011 at
11:17:58 PM
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| Number of Posts: |
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| Biography: |
Native Language: Rly, Lekku Language, Basic
Hair Colour: N/A
Eye Colour: Yellow
Skin Colour: Red
Height: 6'0
Weight: 135
Age: 24
Full Name: Namyr
Physical Build: Curvy build, though toned and has some muscle definition.
Homeworld: Ryloth
Talents/Skills
1) Has had training in using Twi'lek spinning blades.
2) Has had training in a dangerous technique that combined dance steps to the Twi'lek spinning blades, to create a beautiful but deadly dance.
3) A talent for medicine.
4) A slight Empathy skill that helps her read other people's emotions, usually this comes through when a person is injured. She's able to taste a person's pheromones to know their emotions, and only the extreme emotions play through.
5) Is able to pick up languages by hearing them, usually she get enough of the basics of a language to ask the basic questions.
6) A lovely singing voice, but is too ashamed of this sign of being a female and hides it.
Background History:
"Apple of my father's eye, the favourite, the pretty daughter," these things always described me, when someone spoke of me. I suppose that was true though I never thought I was treated any differently then my siblings. There were nine of us in all, I was one of the many middle children in my family, and probably could have drifted into everyday, ho hum life, if it wasn't because of my skin.
Out of the nine of us I was the only one cursed with red skin, a trait that it rare and considered beautiful to my kind. Because of it, I was always shoved into spotlight when I would have rather just trained with my blades, perfected my Twi'leki, or studied medicine. Therefore, as I grew, I guess my siblings began hating me for my skin. Even after I marred these so-called 'good looks,' with a simple blade shaped tattoo on each cheek, they still resented me. Not that they said anything, but I could feel it. That's something I can do, feel emotions. It's hard to explain; I don't really feel the emotions but rather taste them. Like happiness is a floating, soft, sweet taste, while rage is a more bitter, brackish mixture, that makes my tongue curl and my face scrunch up. Sometimes I'm lucky, I can block out the emotions around me, and only the strong ones take my attention. My mother says it has something to do with the pheromones people give out of their body, and I like a lizard can taste them with my tongue. She mentions that my great grandfather was able to do this, but I never met the man so could care less.
Then again, I'm not much of a shot either; I found this out early on in life. Yes, I'm decent with twin Twi'lek blades. However, when it comes down to shooting a gun I can't hit the broad side of a Rycrit. In fact the one time my older brother did allow me to shoot his gun, I ended up shooting out a window that was behind us, I have no idea how I did it, but I did. My brother laughed at my attempt, but then he found himself on his back a blade to his throat. I guess I do have a bad temper from time to time.
Mostly I become annoyed at people who try to get on my good side for their own gain. I also found out early in life, thanks to my empathy, that many males were only kind to me because of my looks. This makes me often bitter and hard spoken to most male species, but my trust an friendship must be earned, I'm too guarded a person to give so freely. Most males though after experiencing my bite and intelligence leave me alone, though there have been a few that have required a blade to their throat to quit their harassment.
I should have seen it coming, anyone could have, but they were my parents, and you wouldn't expect your parents to start selling off their children into slavery to pay their dept. I mean I knew my parents were gambling they always were at a bar somewhere playing whatever game was popular and losing most of our money. Perhaps I thought that somehow I'd be saved considering my parents had always had a certain softness towards me. We wept as one by one my siblings were taken away by one man or another. You probably ask why we didn't run away, but we had lived in this city our whole life and had nowhere to go, or money to leave. I had to look away from this and live in denial, there was no way that I would be sold into slavery, it just could happen. Nevertheless, it did.
I had come home from training and instantly felt something in the air, well more like tasted. At first all, I smelt was Rycrit stew and Munch-fungus bread, which was strange because my parents hadn't had enough money in the last month to buy a Rycrit meat. Then my nose was assaulted with another smell, fear which is sour tasting, and anxiety which has a fruity taste to it. As I entered the sitting room I saw a man sitting there, he merely nodded at me and my parents told me to go watch the stew to make sure it didn't burn. However, before I felt the room I tasted an emotion that made my skin crawl, lust, and a deep burning taste that I had often experienced when men watched us dance.
Then I realized what my parents were up to, they were going to sell me to this slaver. Of course, I had seen him before at the slave markets, but never thought to take mind to him. As I gripped, the spoon that I was supposed to stir the soup with I made a decision. I would not live the life of a slave or a bed warmer, I would run, anywhere I didn't care. Dropping the spoon, I ran out of the back door and kept running. I ran for days until I slipped into exhaustion and had to rest. I racked my brain to figure out what I could do, if I went home I would be taken to the slaver, if I kept running I would die.
Then I remembered speaking to someone that was a Storm trooper one day after blade practice. He mentioned something about with my talent with the blades I should join up and get off my home planet. I had laughed him off, but now that idea didn't seem so bad, and that's what I did.
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