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NAME: Fen Vel
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Slave
SPECIES: Zeltron/Kiffar
AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 56kg
EYES: Blue-green
HAIR: Purple
SKIN: Light Red
CREDITS: 0
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Traditional Kiffar tattoos, three red triangles under each eye and a small red bar up her lower lip.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Completely unremarkable, normally lifting nothing heavier than a data chip or pushing a broom she has below average strength.
DEXTERITY: While very flexible Fen is rather clumsy and unpracticed in any form of graceful movement, her given tasks are often sitting and walking as far as movement goes however she can type extremely fast.
CONSTITUTION: With the metabolism of her mother and the sturdiness of her father Fen seems to never be sick and heals from wounds very quickly, though she eats more than would be expected of someone her size. Having grown up a slave however means she is shorter and skinnier than she might otherwise be.
INTELLIGENCE: The main asset that Fen relies on is her ability to absorb knowledge, be it language, history, trade deals, technical specifications, while not eidetic she is certainly headed in that direction. Her knowing things keeps her master happy and keeping him happy keeps her well kept.
WISDOM: Having grown up in a palace, Fen has little idea of how to deal with the real world. However lies are something she is used to creating, repeating and revealing. Common sense though, that is sorely lacking along with making choices for herself.
CHARISMA: Being half Zeltron she has a natural charisma, however her talents lay in getting other people to do what her master wants not what she does. Polite and curious she interacts well with people, however rarely gets the chance to talk normally.
OOC: Outwardly, right now, Fen is not a complex person. She does what she is told, she does it well and she does little else. What she is, is a person yet to become a person. Going through the motions of what it means to be alive. So bursting out into the world will change things for her, some a little, some a lot. I will try to give some ideas I have voice below but honestly, what person she becomes, how she reacts and grows is dependent on the universe she finds, and more over, you other players. Fen will remember this!
As a slave almost all her life Fen has been brought up to consider her own desires and wants as but inconveniences, risky to even consider let alone indulge in. What matters is doing what you are told, doing it well and never asking for anything. If given a gift, even if an torturous one, accept it with great honor. As such she has little direction of her own and if left to her own devices can quickly become lost and finds it hard to find out what she herself actually wants. She is lucky in as much that her job has become has passion, learning more about the universe from a safe distance is what she spends most of her days doing. However she misses a lot of context, what has been dead for thousands of years seems just as real as what happened yesterday for as much as it effects her. When working she is methodical, reliable and patient. Without much thought she can lay out a plan of where to gain information required, how to learn it and make use of it. When she needs to she can spend entire days doing this with barely a break if vital.
When interacting with other slaves she is normally polite but at the same time, she is allowed and expected to order them around should she need to. Her work is more important than their own, likewise they know to disobey her will likely earn them punishment. Her place is an odd one at best, above almost all the other slaves but little freer than they are. She must also always be on her guard and ever vigilant against her own failure, once her status is gone she is fully aware she could easily be killed or worse. This leaves her somewhat cold. While she wishes no one harm, failure to do what you are expected deserves punishment, nor would she keep a secret if she could be implicated. However if she is safe from the fallout she might turn a blind eye, or help another in need as long as it was safe for her to do so. All of her actions are calculated for her own survival, followed by that of her master, upon which she depends, luckily they two are almost always one and the same. As such she would lie, cheat, steal from those less well off or even destitute if ordered. That is the way of the universe as she sees it and would expect nothing more from anyone should it happen to her, though she avoids inflicting any undue suffering if she can. For example, a boy caught stealing food deserves a week of starvation, he will either learn to withstand it, become a better thief or die. That is not to say she is devoid of pity, but no one has ever shown her the benefits of giving it.
Far from heartless, on occasion when she might have a free hour or two, she is happy to teach those who are interested in the slave quarters. Stories of distant places, maybe some rumors of the outside world, still nothing that would get her in trouble. She is also not friendless for her distance from the others in station, some look to her with awe, hope that if they do their job well there would be rewards. These free moments are few and far between more so now with new duties, they are the closest thing however she has to a social life.
When speaking Fen is very proper using full titles and a polite tone. Her stance is normally cool one which tends to make threats and accusations she must give a haunting weight when used properly. Never does she speak of herself when by her master's side, it is always "My master does not believe you," "My master knows your are lying." Both to convey that she is but a mouthpiece and to protect herself in her head from their possible reaction.
Post Slavery Forecast:
Humble and shy to an extent until she is more comfortable with the outside universe. Finding it hard to separate personal and impersonal interactions, even taking criticism badly since she is unused to it. It is hard enough for her to work out how she feels about most things at first let alone explain those feelings to other people and talk about them. Making pent up reactions to many things almost certain. She is going to be at rather a loss at how many things in the world work, from shops to law enforcement to why people enjoy putting hats on tiny fuzzy creatures and taking holovids of them.
As a slave almost all her life Fen has been brought up to consider her own desires and wants as but inconveniences, risky to even consider let alone indulge in. What matters is doing what you are told, doing it well and never asking for anything. If given a gift, even if an torturous one, accept it with great honor. As such she has little direction of her own and if left to her own devices can quickly become lost and finds it hard to find out what she herself actually wants. She is lucky in as much that her job has become has passion, learning more about the universe from a safe distance is what she spends most of her days doing. However she misses a lot of context, what has been dead for thousands of years seems just as real as what happened yesterday for as much as it effects her. When working she is methodical, reliable and patient. Without much thought she can lay out a plan of where to gain information required, how to learn it and make use of it. When she needs to she can spend entire days doing this with barely a break if vital.
When interacting with other slaves she is normally polite but at the same time, she is allowed and expected to order them around should she need to. Her work is more important than their own, likewise they know to disobey her will likely earn them punishment. Her place is an odd one at best, above almost all the other slaves but little freer than they are. She must also always be on her guard and ever vigilant against her own failure, once her status is gone she is fully aware she could easily be killed or worse. This leaves her somewhat cold. While she wishes no one harm, failure to do what you are expected deserves punishment, nor would she keep a secret if she could be implicated. However if she is safe from the fallout she might turn a blind eye, or help another in need as long as it was safe for her to do so. All of her actions are calculated for her own survival, followed by that of her master, upon which she depends, luckily they two are almost always one and the same. As such she would lie, cheat, steal from those less well off or even destitute if ordered. That is the way of the universe as she sees it and would expect nothing more from anyone should it happen to her, though she avoids inflicting any undue suffering if she can. For example, a boy caught stealing food deserves a week of starvation, he will either learn to withstand it, become a better thief or die. That is not to say she is devoid of pity, but no one has ever shown her the benefits of giving it.
Far from heartless, on occasion when she might have a free hour or two, she is happy to teach those who are interested in the slave quarters. Stories of distant places, maybe some rumors of the outside world, still nothing that would get her in trouble. She is also not friendless for her distance from the others in station, some look to her with awe, hope that if they do their job well there would be rewards. These free moments are few and far between more so now with new duties, they are the closest thing however she has to a social life.
When speaking Fen is very proper using full titles and a polite tone. Her stance is normally cool one which tends to make threats and accusations she must give a haunting weight when used properly. Never does she speak of herself when by her master's side, it is always "My master does not believe you," "My master knows your are lying." Both to convey that she is but a mouthpiece and to protect herself in her head from their possible reaction.
Post Slavery Forecast:
Humble and shy to an extent until she is more comfortable with the outside universe. Finding it hard to separate personal and impersonal interactions, even taking criticism badly since she is unused to it. It is hard enough for her to work out how she feels about most things at first let alone explain those feelings to other people and talk about them. Making pent up reactions to many things almost certain. She is going to be at rather a loss at how many things in the world work, from shops to law enforcement to why people enjoy putting hats on tiny fuzzy creatures and taking holovids of them.
"To be a slave, is to have your life in the hands of another. That makes a great many things very simple, if you want to eat, please your master. If you want to drink, please your master. If you want to live, please your master. Do this small thing and you need never worry about your next meal, a home, those troublesome social horrors, that you will go on, exist and find your own happiness," ~ Slave Master Tolom
Almost as far back as she could remember Fen had been a slave, there was a time she was not. A hazy memory of her father, his family. He was tall, broad chested and laughed, she liked his laugh. What happened to him, those other faces, she couldn't remember. Her mother she never knew but her own reflection could tell her back that. Alive or dead, they were gone now and her life did not have them in it.
She was schooled with a multitude of other "interests" roughly her age by a droid, a cold grey thing that creaked when it moved and moaned when it talked. Unlike the other children though, she excelled in these lessons and while they were put to work in their masters kitchens, pits, mines and workshops she was given more and more things to study. By the time she was ten she was given charge of organizing the masters library and more and more often translating for him. It was by then also apparent that she could sense a falsehood when told, something she focused on training as she grew. Her usefulness grew and with it her station, while still a slave she had her own chambers, clothes, meals with some of the lower officers and bureaucrats. When he held his meetings or his court her master would have her nearby, his favorite pet when it came to business.
His palace and the race occasions he left it where her entire world, while she could read about anywhere she wanted and she did. Distant wars, legendary heroes and villains, planets so beautiful as to make one cry. Places and things that enthralled her but yet also she was safe from. While her life hung by but a thread, she could easily say it was a happy life. Enjoying her work, taking pleasure in pleasing her master, that his success was her own.
Fairly recently she has also been ordered to review all intelligence information gathered by her master's agents after her predecessor met a messy end. It is something that she is still new to but is working hard towards, though she so far has no idea what a target it has made her to the galaxy she knows only so much about.
Almost as far back as she could remember Fen had been a slave, there was a time she was not. A hazy memory of her father, his family. He was tall, broad chested and laughed, she liked his laugh. What happened to him, those other faces, she couldn't remember. Her mother she never knew but her own reflection could tell her back that. Alive or dead, they were gone now and her life did not have them in it.
She was schooled with a multitude of other "interests" roughly her age by a droid, a cold grey thing that creaked when it moved and moaned when it talked. Unlike the other children though, she excelled in these lessons and while they were put to work in their masters kitchens, pits, mines and workshops she was given more and more things to study. By the time she was ten she was given charge of organizing the masters library and more and more often translating for him. It was by then also apparent that she could sense a falsehood when told, something she focused on training as she grew. Her usefulness grew and with it her station, while still a slave she had her own chambers, clothes, meals with some of the lower officers and bureaucrats. When he held his meetings or his court her master would have her nearby, his favorite pet when it came to business.
His palace and the race occasions he left it where her entire world, while she could read about anywhere she wanted and she did. Distant wars, legendary heroes and villains, planets so beautiful as to make one cry. Places and things that enthralled her but yet also she was safe from. While her life hung by but a thread, she could easily say it was a happy life. Enjoying her work, taking pleasure in pleasing her master, that his success was her own.
Fairly recently she has also been ordered to review all intelligence information gathered by her master's agents after her predecessor met a messy end. It is something that she is still new to but is working hard towards, though she so far has no idea what a target it has made her to the galaxy she knows only so much about.
Force Sense: Truth Sense: When a lie is told a person's body acts differently slight, subtle ways and it also ripples in the force. Sensing these ripples means that more often than not, Fen can tell when a person is lying though not what about. It only works when she is focused on the person in question and they are talking or writing.
Languages:
- Bocce
- Durese
- Huttese
- Rodese
- Sith
- Galactic Basic
- Scattershot Historian: Smatterings of histories recent and long past,
- Amatuer Watcher: The principles of underworld commerce are far from unknown to her, in fact she as detailed knowledge of multiple underworld operations and organizations,
- Fast Leaner: A harsh mistress makes a fast student, the threat of death faster still,
Poke them with the glowing end.
Strengths:
- Book Smart: In a wide range of fields she might actually have something useful to say on the topic.
- Intelligent: While she doesn't know a great many things, she can find things out fast given access to a computer or even just a few books.
- Negotiator: Used to talking in front of very violent people about very violent things makes her rather a cool head at the table along with knowing how to use threats, rewards and lie, like her life depended on it.
- Truthfinder: Using the Force without knowing it she knows when a person is lying and is fairly good at working out the context and how to use that to her advantage.
- Unassuming: Despite the colour of her skin she doesn't stand out, she just doesn't seem like a threat.
Weaknesses:
- Weak: Never needing to run, lift heavy things or even walk a huge amount means she gets tired easily and is physically less than average. She will push herself until she physically drops but even that isn't terribly far compared to most beings.
- Sheltered: Billions of every day things in the universe are brand new to her, as such she makes numerous mistakes. She also often talks about recent events as if they are the distant past.
- Listless: Without being given a goal to work towards, its almost impossible for Fen to work out what she should do. Just spending days failing to come up with any sort of useful plan.
- Not a fighter: Her knowledge of fighting is pretty much that she can make a fist, she has never thrown it, nor does she have any idea how hard you should hit a person, if she even could.
- Spacephobia: Fen has developed a fantastic case of, making her ill at ease in spaceships/stations/etc, exacerbated by windows, airlocks and the threat of being asked to put on a space suit.
- Datasticks,
- Data Tablet,
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SHIP: No,
DROIDS: No,
PETS: No,
KILLS: 0
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: 0
FUSEBOXES ELIMINATED: 1
DUELING RING MATCHES: 0
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES: 0
ROLE-PLAYS:
- Palace in the Swamp
Fen meets Jedi, pretending to be Sith, they play the part well.
- When the Road Disappears
Fen gets some old salt advice on the universe and re-discovers laughter
- New Experiences, Old Times.
- Pins Drop
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