Nir Shar

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NAME- Nir Shar
FACTION- Republic
RANK- Commander
SPECIES- Human
AGE- 31
GENDER- Female
HIEGHT- 5’10
WEIGHT- 128lbs.
EYES- Hazel Brown
HAIR- Long Blonde (naturally, but commonly dyed)
CREDITS- 1,000c
DESTINGUISHING MARKS- None
FORCE SENSITIVITY- No

STRENGTH- Moderate. 4/10
DEXTERITY- High 8/10
CONSTITUTION- Moderate. 7/10
INTELLIGENCE- Moderate. 6/10
WISDOM- Moderate. 6/10
CHARISMA- High. 9/10

FORCE POWERS- None

SKILLS- Sabotage, infiltration, assassination, quick-draw, marksmanship, piloting.

LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS- None

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES-
Strengths- persuasion, gun-fighting, piloting, improvisation
Weaknesses- Vehicle/weapon repair, first-aid, too trustworthy

GEAR- 2 DL-18 pistols. A compact vibro-blade, a Vibro-knuckler.

SHIP- N/A

PETS- None

PERSONALITY- Nir is enigmatic and charismatic, with quite an ego to boot. She has looks and uses them wisely. Knowing what she has and what she is capable of is a great asset for her, and she uses it wisely. Nir isn’t afraid to take a life, nor is she afraid to ruin one. She is driven by purpose, but has a strong sense of loyalty to the ones who have proven themselves worthy. There isn’t a price too high or a mission too risky she won’t take. And trust me they’ve tried. She feels she is destined to aid the greater good of this galaxy and is willing to do what it takes to do so.

BIOGRAPHY- Nir Shar is a rare breed. Although her blood and DNA scream of her human lineage, her personality and traits scream otherwise. Nir was born to a human family on the planet of Corellia, her upbringing although normal- her attitude was far from. She developed otherworldly characteristics, frequently attending school dressed as another student, or even another race. She would attend class one day appearing to be a Twi’lek with stockings on her head stuffed with linens and clothing similar to her friend Rina (who of course was a Twi’lek), while the very next day she would come with plastic on her head meant to make her look like a Devaronian. Her parents became worried and sent her to counseling to help her discover her true self. Her doctor- a man by the name of Dr. Ramsheel, was quite… ‘eccentric’ to put it politely. He would spend the first half of her sessions convincing her she was a normal girl- but then suddenly chastising her for acting like this…

Nir was 19 by the time she was finally starting to break her habit. She stop wearing lingerie on her head, stopped gluing object to her body, and stopped pretending she was someone else. One day during her therapy she walked into her usual room and to her surprise there was a new man in the chair. He didn’t give her a name but he gave her an offer. He told her she was someone special, and her personality should be cherished. She felt strange leaving her sessions that day. She had spent years being cursed and shunned for her behavior, now all the sudden she was being provoked? It didn’t make sense but either way she wasn’t about to stop- She wanted closure and no matter what she was getting it.

She returned next week as she always did and again the strange man sat in his chair- this time though 2 men accompanied her. Upon closer inspection one of the men was Dr. Ramsheel and they were all dressed in suits and stood tall over her. The new ‘doctor’ spoke:

“Dearest Nir, I think its time we formally introduce ourselves. My name is Chivri, and im an associate of the Galactic Republic. Although I do not answer to the Chancellor nor the Jedi, we share similar views and our goals are one in the same: The ultimate and total defeat of the Sith Empire. Now, I understand you have an affinity for roleplaying do you not? Well… I would like you to work with me achieve my goals. Can you do that for me hun?”

The man was ambitious and naturally charismatic. He was moderately attractive (at least for his middle-age) but by no means nothing to write home about, but he had something else- its like he just knew. She didn’t speak, nor did she reply. Her head dipped down in thought and at that moment Ramsheel put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. She was safe.

“We leave tomorrow then.”

The Republic Wants YOU.

Nir was 23 now. She had been trained as a marksman and an infiltrator by Ramsheel and Chivri, proficient in small blaster combat, as well as sniper marksmanship. She had since to this day executed countless Imperial officers as well as impersonated a fair share to further hinder Imperial efforts and involvements. She hadn’t seen her parents in almost 5 years now but it really didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. Every time she wanted to shed a tear or give them a call she remembered she was making this galaxy a little bit safer each day by aiding the Republic efforts. Chivri was a modest man, but he was stern. She was bred to be good and be VERY good at being good. She had missed a mark once. She was meant to impersonate a Jester and enter a Hutt compound on Nar Shadaa. Seemed simple enough for someone of her caliber. After all she loved disguises and wasn’t a poor looking woman, the average being wouldn’t bat an eyelash at her if she hadn’t slipped up like she did. She was to replace a Twi’lek court dancer by the name of “Finara” who entertained his highness in his viewing room. She entered the room and gave her patrons a glance with her deep brown eyes. Brown? BROWN?

“Imposter! Kill her!” The court-hand bellowed as she had begun to stretch. She was screwed. She ran and dove behind a table as it toppled over a drink spilling in her lap as she hit the ground hard. Blaster bolts flew over heard and a lone bolt pierced the thin table mere centimeters from her head- so close that it scorched the intricate hair-net on her head, exposing her natural golden blonde hair. The exit was on the other side of the court, and that was assuming she had a clear path through the patrons. 2 bounty hunters got the bright idea to earn a look from their potential employer and attempted to apprehend Nir. Unfortunately for them she was no fool. The first hunter, a Zabrak approached her with his blaster pistol drawn ready to fire and as he reached the over turned table jumper over to startle Nir. She took a gamble and flipped the table upward back on its legs catching him in the knees and knocking him down hard on his own chin, forcing him to regain his composure. She looked behind her and saw the second hunter running forward with a force pike in his hands aimed and primed to impale her through the sternum. Thinking quick once again she toppled the table back down face out and as the pike approached it became lodged in the thick wood of the table. Taking the opportunity she grabbed each side of the table and thrusted forward knocking the man off balance and backwards to his backside. Turning back to face the first combatant he was standing to his feet, blaster still in hand. She charged the man grabbing his wrist ad twisting it so the blaster faced under his own chin- and pulled the trigger. One down. The corpse fell lifeless to the ground and the second man was attempting to stand to his feet. She didn’t stick around to see his face again. By the time this man was standing she was long gone…

She had failed. Failed her masters, failed herself, and failed her ideals. Chivri was angry, he chastised her for failing and she received detainment and isolation for her crime. He implored it was for her best… a sort of ‘witness protection’ deal, but she knew it was a punishment just as well. She couldn’t bear to look at herself anymore without remembering that day. 3 months passed before she was allowed to work again. She was sent back to the bottom rung of the ladder- a simple message delivery from a Jedi on Taris. It was a do nothing job but she knew she had to earn their trust again. She flew to Taris on public transportation and returned to Corellia the same way. Her return was a nightmare. She entered Chivri’s converted home, and was horrified to see Chivri and Ramsheel slaughtered. Blood was across the ground and Ramsheel was missing both hands and his head was attached by a thin layer of skin on the back of his neck. She could hardly breathe because of the sight but at that instinct she went into recovery mode. Quickly analyzing the situation she cautiously deemed the building safe after a quick sweep of the rooms and corridors. She returned and examined the bodies. The were laceration wounds and clearly not the work of any blaster weapon. The wounds were cauterized at the ends and were pin-point accurate. These strikes were meant to kill. A lightsaber was accountable. She turned to face Chivri’s desk and saw his journal torn to shreds with a note calmly scribed inside in Huttese. It read:

“Debt repaid. See you very soon ‘Finara’”

She was broken. Her fate was sealed and her ambition was clear. She WOULD defeat the Sith, she WOULD redeem her masters legacies, and she WOULD make these slugs pay… but for now patience was her weapon. And tomorrow, the Galactic Republic was her ammunition to use it.

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