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"DavenyGah’dric? Oh yeah, I know her. That girl has the body of a goddess, the face of a Howl runner and the brain of a baked potato….Sweet kid!”
NAME: Daveny Gahdric
FACTION: smuggler
RANK: “runner”
SPECIES: Twi’lek
AGE: 23
GENDER: female
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WEIGHT: 114 lbs
HAIR: Rigged Lekku (For your pleasure…)
EYES: Dark Auburn
SKIN: pale cyan (with a pearly shine)
CREDITS:
1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Years ago one might described Daveny as a particularly good looking girl, a recent onlooker however describes her current condition in detail:
“Her face was deeply lined in zigzags- scars crossing and covering her countenance. The cuts were so deep and thick it was as if chunks had been hacked from her with vicious repetition. When she smiled at me I could focus on little else but her mutilation, it was so great and distracting from her other features it severely muted out all else.
Her left Lekku was cut short and jagged, its tip missing and mangled.
She took notice of my gaze and returned the inquisitiveness I bestowed her distortion. She was neither angry or ashamed. Instead she grinned at me, narrowing one of her blood brown eyes and asked:
‘Are you staring at me because I’m torn to ribbons or because I’m hot?’
She then quickly ran her tongue over her lower lip, displaying that its tip was also cut uneven and serrated. “
DOMINATE HAND: Left
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
STRENGTH: Physically powerful for a woman of her size but her light weight makes her easily bested.
DEXTERITY: The quick silent hands of a pick pocket are her prized possessions.
CONSTITUTION: She has a stomach of iron and an immune system with great security.
INTELLIGENCE: An unpredictable wave of intellect sometimes makes appearances in dire situations.
WISDOM: Daveny has been through the pits of poverty and had her brains spilled on the floors of many high end places….and she hasn’t learned one damn thing.
CHARISMA: A convincing little scoundrel, with a likeable , lighthearted nature- if her grotesque appearance doesn’t interfere. Her manner of speaking sounds calculated and practiced until its contents are taken into consideration.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS:
Daveny has a gift, one that could be easily played off as coincidence but a gift nonetheless. She regards the force with skepticism, seeing it as a sort of voodoo or dark art. The twi’lek steers clear of the force, wanting little to do with it even proclaiming:
“This whole force thing is nonsense. People go crazy without conflict, they need it- even if they have to make up some binding myth to create it.”
As much as the Twi’lek Denys its existence or regards its uses with fear, she holds deep ties with the force and the people who claim it.
When Daveny makes physical contact with a force sensitive person (even something as slight and delicate as a brush of the finger tips) she receives a static shock.
Often she contributes the occurrence to a “mere fluke“.
Daveny makes a great scout with stealthy movements, quick hands and light feet.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
The Twi’lek excels in hand to hand but lacks the focus of a skilled marksman. She has little training and often refuses to acknowledge the existence of her force sensitivity.
GEAR: high armored boots, a headdress doubling as a mask ( it can be lowered, displaying a snarling face of iron), gloves with small spikes between the fingers and a modified blaster pistol.
SHIP: None of her own, on errands she borrows the old, rust bucket transporter belonging to the cantina she works for.
PERSONALITY:
The Manic little “runner” of a death stick serving (in liquid form thinly disguised as normal beverages) cantina in the depths of Coruscant, Daveny is an eccentric wild woman, brilliant realist and rarely anything in the middle ground. With flighty favoritism and a sarcastic streak, her heart is light and her shoulders unburdened by the past.
HISTORY:
“All I needed was me, and that’s all that cared for- I wasn’t too proud to eat from garbage cans or survive off of money I earned by compromising myself. I was alive and that’s more then I can say for the ones who thought they were do good to do what I did.”
-Daveny on her early childhood.
Born on Nar Shaddaa , Daveny fought through her youth and lived to adulthood; a noteworthy victory.
After her disfigurement at age 13, she left the planet for larger Coruscant, later making a living as a runner at a cantina called “Trap Door.” It is implied she took a personal interest in the owner, a man called Kartel believed to be a Clawdite deeply involved in many other illegal trades.
Her job entailed the pick up and delivery of the bar’s main product: Death sticks in liquid form.
Childhood in the Vertical City:
“He loved her, I’m sure of it and that was good enough for me. As far as I was concerned she was family- and family means you do what it takes to stay together. It doesn‘t mean you always end up together…but you do what it takes. You try…”
-Daveny on her “cousin” Koyi.
Daveny Gahdric was born a stray, for as long as memory served she wondered the streets of Nar Shaddaa in the simple pursuit of survival. Her elder brother Inun was her sole companion for many years until they were joined by fellow twi’lek “Koyi”, a young girl between their ages whom Inun became instantly infatuated. With his death, the girls found new strength. Relying on their bond for fortitude.
Varek
“I had an accident when I was a kid. His name was Varek.”
At age thirteen the pair was picked off the streets by an affluent Sorrusian man calling himself Varek. Unbeknownst to her, their new guardian was wanted in several systems. Known for the mutilation and murder of several women throughout the galaxy he favored Twi’leks. Varek quickly abandoned Daveny, her sharp tongue and resistant ways falling short of his liking, but kept Koyi.
Seeking to rescue the girl her brother was so fond of no matter the cost, the twi’lek returned.
In the attempt to free her “cousin” Daveny was repeatedly brutalized, resulting in her current disfigurement.
Varek fled with Koyi, never to be found.
Trap Door
After her mutilation, Daveny turned to Coruscant, living on her own and eventually being hired by a man called Kartel, who’s visage varied each time they met. Working as a “runner” for one of his smaller operations she works for a cantina in lower Coruscant.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
"Taking Candy From A Baby: A Dark Satire"
"Just watch them.. They're beautiful.."
NAME: Daveny Gahdric
FACTION: smuggler
RANK: “runner”
SPECIES: Twi’lek
AGE: 23
GENDER: female
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WEIGHT: 114 lbs
HAIR: Rigged Lekku (For your pleasure…)
EYES: Dark Auburn
SKIN: pale cyan (with a pearly shine)
CREDITS:
1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Years ago one might described Daveny as a particularly good looking girl, a recent onlooker however describes her current condition in detail:
“Her face was deeply lined in zigzags- scars crossing and covering her countenance. The cuts were so deep and thick it was as if chunks had been hacked from her with vicious repetition. When she smiled at me I could focus on little else but her mutilation, it was so great and distracting from her other features it severely muted out all else.
Her left Lekku was cut short and jagged, its tip missing and mangled.
She took notice of my gaze and returned the inquisitiveness I bestowed her distortion. She was neither angry or ashamed. Instead she grinned at me, narrowing one of her blood brown eyes and asked:
‘Are you staring at me because I’m torn to ribbons or because I’m hot?’
She then quickly ran her tongue over her lower lip, displaying that its tip was also cut uneven and serrated. “
DOMINATE HAND: Left
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
STRENGTH: Physically powerful for a woman of her size but her light weight makes her easily bested.
DEXTERITY: The quick silent hands of a pick pocket are her prized possessions.
CONSTITUTION: She has a stomach of iron and an immune system with great security.
INTELLIGENCE: An unpredictable wave of intellect sometimes makes appearances in dire situations.
WISDOM: Daveny has been through the pits of poverty and had her brains spilled on the floors of many high end places….and she hasn’t learned one damn thing.
CHARISMA: A convincing little scoundrel, with a likeable , lighthearted nature- if her grotesque appearance doesn’t interfere. Her manner of speaking sounds calculated and practiced until its contents are taken into consideration.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS:
Daveny has a gift, one that could be easily played off as coincidence but a gift nonetheless. She regards the force with skepticism, seeing it as a sort of voodoo or dark art. The twi’lek steers clear of the force, wanting little to do with it even proclaiming:
“This whole force thing is nonsense. People go crazy without conflict, they need it- even if they have to make up some binding myth to create it.”
As much as the Twi’lek Denys its existence or regards its uses with fear, she holds deep ties with the force and the people who claim it.
When Daveny makes physical contact with a force sensitive person (even something as slight and delicate as a brush of the finger tips) she receives a static shock.
Often she contributes the occurrence to a “mere fluke“.
Daveny makes a great scout with stealthy movements, quick hands and light feet.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
The Twi’lek excels in hand to hand but lacks the focus of a skilled marksman. She has little training and often refuses to acknowledge the existence of her force sensitivity.
GEAR: high armored boots, a headdress doubling as a mask ( it can be lowered, displaying a snarling face of iron), gloves with small spikes between the fingers and a modified blaster pistol.
SHIP: None of her own, on errands she borrows the old, rust bucket transporter belonging to the cantina she works for.
PERSONALITY:
The Manic little “runner” of a death stick serving (in liquid form thinly disguised as normal beverages) cantina in the depths of Coruscant, Daveny is an eccentric wild woman, brilliant realist and rarely anything in the middle ground. With flighty favoritism and a sarcastic streak, her heart is light and her shoulders unburdened by the past.
HISTORY:
“All I needed was me, and that’s all that cared for- I wasn’t too proud to eat from garbage cans or survive off of money I earned by compromising myself. I was alive and that’s more then I can say for the ones who thought they were do good to do what I did.”
-Daveny on her early childhood.
Born on Nar Shaddaa , Daveny fought through her youth and lived to adulthood; a noteworthy victory.
After her disfigurement at age 13, she left the planet for larger Coruscant, later making a living as a runner at a cantina called “Trap Door.” It is implied she took a personal interest in the owner, a man called Kartel believed to be a Clawdite deeply involved in many other illegal trades.
Her job entailed the pick up and delivery of the bar’s main product: Death sticks in liquid form.
Childhood in the Vertical City:
“He loved her, I’m sure of it and that was good enough for me. As far as I was concerned she was family- and family means you do what it takes to stay together. It doesn‘t mean you always end up together…but you do what it takes. You try…”
-Daveny on her “cousin” Koyi.
Daveny Gahdric was born a stray, for as long as memory served she wondered the streets of Nar Shaddaa in the simple pursuit of survival. Her elder brother Inun was her sole companion for many years until they were joined by fellow twi’lek “Koyi”, a young girl between their ages whom Inun became instantly infatuated. With his death, the girls found new strength. Relying on their bond for fortitude.
Varek
“I had an accident when I was a kid. His name was Varek.”
At age thirteen the pair was picked off the streets by an affluent Sorrusian man calling himself Varek. Unbeknownst to her, their new guardian was wanted in several systems. Known for the mutilation and murder of several women throughout the galaxy he favored Twi’leks. Varek quickly abandoned Daveny, her sharp tongue and resistant ways falling short of his liking, but kept Koyi.
Seeking to rescue the girl her brother was so fond of no matter the cost, the twi’lek returned.
In the attempt to free her “cousin” Daveny was repeatedly brutalized, resulting in her current disfigurement.
Varek fled with Koyi, never to be found.
Trap Door
After her mutilation, Daveny turned to Coruscant, living on her own and eventually being hired by a man called Kartel, who’s visage varied each time they met. Working as a “runner” for one of his smaller operations she works for a cantina in lower Coruscant.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
"Taking Candy From A Baby: A Dark Satire"
"Just watch them.. They're beautiful.."
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