Nyxova
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KYAATA
AGE
► 29
SPECIES ► Devaronian
HEIGHT ► 6' 2"
WEIGHT ► 172 lbs
EYE COLOR ► Gold
HAIR COLOR ► Obsidian
HOMEWORLD ► Devaron
GENDER ► Female
FACTION ► Hutt Cartel
RANK ► N/A
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► No
ALIASES
Surai Kyaata
BIOGRAPHY
Surai's parents all ready knew she was different and would have trouble fitting in from the day she was born. Her golden eyes already set her apart from other Devaronian children. For the first few years of her life that was blissfully the extent of her social complications.
Adolescence, however, carried with it new challenges. Each year Surai's horns grew unlike the rest of the female Devaronians and she began exhibiting... masculine tendencies. It was the source of countless arguments between parents and child, and even among siblings. What Humans might accept as an individual's development, to have a daughter showing few of the characteristics of a woman that would rise in social stature was of grave concern.
After an altercation with her eldest sister, the young Devaronian stormed out of their home and hasn't returned since. Though every now and then she sends something back despite any misgivings.
Since leaving Devaron, Surai has taken up various odd jobs to pay for her expenses. At least until she met up with a crew and started learning how to be a good criminal. Someone that could get a job done and not get killed in the process. Paid well too. Not that well, but an education wasn't free -- or so they said, but she didn't complain at first.
When she did complain things got heated. As usual. Some strong words, a few blaster shots, and everyone agreed to part ways more or less. Made Surai a free agent, and she happily bound off into the shadows looking for work. The jobs were more focused after that; bolster her skill set by forcing her to train and adapt to new conditions. Brought with it a sizeable pay increase too. Couldn't argue with that.
Still wasn't quite what she wanted, however, but finding prospects was difficult. Hutt space was full of interesting characters that you could either work with, or be killed by. Had to be picky about your friends. Extremely picky. Betrayal was just that thing people did like breathing.
These days Surai keeps an eye on the holonet for jobs, and another on whatever dive she can find for a drink and some excitement. When she wasn't busy blasting someone or playing the scary Devaronian escort, a night on the town was just what Surai craved.
APPEARANCE
Due to a genetic abnormality, Surai is not what most have come to expect of a Devaronian woman. The two most striking differences are the large, dark horns that curl up over her head and golden eyes. Combined with the red skin and pointed ears native to her people her appearance does well to perpetuate the mutters surrounding her species.
Eye-catching attributes aside, Surai is a tall woman with muscular legs and firm abs. Focused on remaining agile, Surai's training regimen avoids overbulking, and is often filled with acrobatics rather than weight lifting. As a result while her bust is not as eye-popping as her Devaronian features, she's as proud of retaining her feminine appeal as much as her job-readiness.
On social occasions, revealing or at least form-fitting attire is preferred. Blacks, purples, and oranges suit her fine. Blues and greens not so much. A red now and then is fine, but she has that in spades already. And the accessories... Surai loves trying new bracelets, earrings, and high-heels. If the men couldn't stand her with an extra inch or two of height then they obviously weren't her type.
Formal wear, on the other hand, is just about the opposite. Most jobs prefer low profiles or staying in the shadows, so Surai sports a tight, black outfit covering most of her body. Breathable, but functional getting the job done right takes priority over being flashy.
PERSONALITY
Assertive. Surai can keep a secret, but that won't keep her from speaking her mind; that includes making it clear what she wants and from whom. Whether it's a drink, a dance, or someone's cold lifeless corpse laying on the floor if it's on the menu Surai will gladly make the first move. Whether people take offense is their business. The Devaronian woman has built up thick skin over the years and often only succumbs to barbs when she chooses to for the fight.
As far as galactic civilization goes, it can all burn. Not a life ambition, but all the strife is good for business. She isn't exactly worried civilization as a whole was going to collapse any time soon. Pretty damn big galaxy out there. 'sides, what has the Republic done for her lately? Right.
Now if someone can put up with her initial attitude and even the unrelenting, in-your-face demeanor they might find Surai is more level headed than she comes off. Loyal to a point (not naive enough to think betrayal doesn't happen) her talents could be put to good use among the right people. A little direction and her effectiveness and perhaps even her interest in galactic affairs could always slowly swing around.
SKILLS
In short, a streetwise, acrobatic assassin slash bodyguard. Surai spends any time not drinking, dancing, and flirting either exercising or checking out potential new gear on the streets. Training with short blades and blasters are other common pastimes wherever a training rings or combat arenas can be found.
ANALYSIS
An unstable woman of ill-repute, this Devaronian cannot be relied upon for military services. Her barbed tongue would sooner get her in a cell before laying eyes on an enemy. She no doubt shuns the chain of command, and the lack of any guiding principles whatsoever would have her pose more danger than asset.
On another note, if this creature should be found in allied territory it would be a great service if she were locked up. The reason would be unimportant. The service to society, however, could not be understated. But then I could say the same thing about every single person in Hutt space. May they all drown in the sewage.
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Sounds like someone that could be useful. Small jobs so far, but a start. Screw the Republic scum and their holier than thou crap. About time to buy her a drink and see if we can reach an agreement.
POSSESSIONS
Armor: Light Mercenary Armor
Melee: Talon Strike Gloves
Melee: Karambit
Arms: Ikenga Blaster Sniper Rifle
Arms: Ankh Blaster Pistol
Other: Ascension Gun
Other: Wrist-Datapad
Other: Magazine Holster, Left Leg + 2 Pistol Mags
Other: Equipment Belt (carry a few grenades and other small items)
Grenade: Fragmentation x3
Grenade: Concussion x1
KNOWN ASSOCIATIONS
- Research In Progress
REPUTATION
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