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| ATTRIBUTE: | SKILL LEVEL: |
| Strength | 5/10 |
| Dexterity | 7/10 |
| Intelligence | 6/10 |
| Wisdom | 9/10 |
| Charisma | 8/10 |
| SKILL: | SKILL LEVEL: |
| Negotiations | Expert, [4/5] |
| Medical Assistance | Intermediate, [2/5] |
| Computer and Terminals | Novice, [2/5] |
| Repair and Modifications | Beginner, [1/5] |
| Demolitions | Beginner, [1/5] |
| Melee | Novice, [2/5] |
| Blaster Pistol | Novice, [2/10] |
| Blaster Rifle | Beginner, [1/5] |
| Basic Starfighter Skills | Intermediate, [3/5] |
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
What I thought was never real.
I want to let go of the pain I've felt so long,
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
Like I'm close to something real,
I want to find something I've wanted all along,
Somewhere I belong.
I want to feel,
What I thought was never real.
I want to let go of the pain I've felt so long,
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
Like I'm close to something real,
I want to find something I've wanted all along,
Somewhere I belong.
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The Biography and Personality of Acelyn Rand:
I hate slave collars. They remind me that I’m just a piece of property, not to mention a piece of property with little to no value. For generations upon generations, my family has been enslaved, passed around like animals from one owner to the next. The Rand family has known nothing but chains, collars, and whips. I guess I was the first of my family's name to be free. At the time, I had never known what it was like to be free. In a way, I still don’t, though it’s much more complicated than that, isn't it? I guess I'll never be truly free. After all, freedom is just a concept.
My mother used to always tell me stories of the day I was born. She would tell me that it was right in the middle of an auction. Of course, she wasn't being sold due to the fact that she was pregnant, but she had to give birth to me all alone without any assistance as she was locked tight in her cage, and everyone was out making sure the auction was going to be a success.
A part of me wishes we had both just died in childbirth. If that had been the case, I wouldn't of had to go through the tragedy of losing her and my two sisters.
My life wasn't easy, especially with a much needed father figure lacking. I was used to getting beaten by my mother, my two sisters and I were always receiving deadly blows from her. Not because she was abusive, no, she was the opposite. She did it so that we didn't look pretty, and that we looked like we were in bad condition so that no one would buy us. So yes, I loved to get beaten back then, as strange as it may sound. For a few years it actually worked. Oh how I was so oblivious to think it would work forever.
One day my younger sister, Thalisa, caught the eye of some rich Hutt slug, and the next thing I knew she was shipped off, never to be seen from again. It was just my mom, older sister, and I against the rest of the galaxy- and the galaxy, well, it isn't a pretty place.
At the age of six in 1003 ABY, my biggest nightmare became a reality. I was taken away from my mother and remaining sister. It hadn’t been too long since our younger sibling was taken away, and the feeling of me being separated from the rest of the people I loved made the feeling in my stomach that much more horrid. I was only six, and I was forced to grow up far too fast.
The day had started off like any other auction day started off; bruises, hits, scratches, cuts, the usual as my mother tried to prepare my sister and I to keep us safe. Unfortunately, after being herded into the square I found myself suddenly facing the horrid reality of being bought.
I was taken away from my mother and sister, most likely forever, though I wasn’t sure if my new master cared. He was a slimy Hutt by the name of Vero, and from the looks of it he didn’t seem to care about how I felt, or who my close family was- all he cared about was himself. Well, that's how he seemed at first glance at least.
What I didn’t understand back then was that Vero was powerful. He had power stretching out across massive portions of the galaxy, and he had influences everywhere. He didn’t treat me like his other slaves, though- he treated me more like his daughter than anything else. I mean sure, he didn’t understand my feelings half of the time, though he had a certain respect and interest in me that he didn’t share with anyone else.
One thing that caught my attention as I grew up was that he didn’t turn me into an exotic dancer, ship me off to a pleasure house, or make me grow spices for him on some moon where I wouldn’t be treated with any respect at all. In fact, I don’t think he even considered me to be a slave anymore. I didn't even consider myself to be a slave anymore! He gave me a comfortable bed, fed me better food then I had ever eaten before in my life, and even took the time to have a nice conversation with me occasionally.
Vero’s intent was unclear to me at the time, considering he took the liberty to assign someone to help me read and write in Galactic Standard, Huttese, and a variety of other languages, both common and uncommon. After a hard devotion to learning multiple languages over the course of ten years, I had come to know the basics of many species' native tongue, and could fluently speak more than a handful of languages, both common and uncommon.
At the age of sixteen, Vero assigned me to be his majordomo. When he first said it, I hadn't even realized what that word meant. I guess I missed it in my studies. After finding out what it was though, I had finally come to realize what he had been preparing me for, and I was honored to take up such an important task. Who would have thought, me, an old slave girl, would be the right hand woman of the leader of the Hutt Cartel? It was a task I gladly took on, though it proved to be challenging, especially at first.
Over the course of the last ten years, I have served him faithfully, however hard it may have been, and plan to continue to serve him until the day I die. It’s sad that I was forced to grow up so fast. Actually, I take that back. I wouldn't even say I “grew up,” considering that that implies I had a childhood to grow out of. When Vero found me, I was just a scared little girl hiding from her own shadow, just waiting to be tormented.
I used to not talk much. I would just shake my head and do whatever anyone would tell me to do. As time went on, though, I blossomed into something so much more. Now, I would say I’m witty, clever, and overall a good person. Then again, I guess I have a biased approach towards myself. I try to keep Vero’s morals in shape, considering he has a high reputation of being cruel. Some may say I have an influence on Vero, maybe even too much of an influence in some people's eyes, though I truly know that is not the case, even if I would like it to be. Vero has an innder-demon just waiting to be unleashed, something no one can control.
Now that I’m Vero’s assistant, I guess I just have a lot on my mind that I need to sort through- considering that half the time it feels like I’m running the Hutt Cartel for Vero. I can’t even imagine how Vero feels about running this massive army of thugs if the stress I have on my shoulders is great even though I only handle the little things, then again… I wasn’t built for this- life just threw it onto me.
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