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♟Alchamy Ruaca♟
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| SPECIES: Alderaanian Human | HOMEWORLD: New Alderaan | GENDER: Female | BIRTH: 994ABY (29Y) |
| HEIGHT: 1.524metre | WEIGHT: 98lbs | EYE COLOUR: Forest Green | HAIR COLOUR: Sangria Red |
| TATTOOS: N/A | PIERCINGS: N/A | SCARS: Thin scar on right side of her neck | FORCE SENSITIVE: No |
| FACTION: Independent | RANK: -- | OCCUPATION: "Diplomat" | LOCATION: -- |
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Alchamy has at least a basic knowledge of most things, in her twenty-nine years of life she'd honed her skills in areas such as diplomacy which can range from turning a contract to her favour in any of the various languages she knows or negotiating Bajpa out of getting madly drunk. In her lack of strength and love for acrobatics, she's become a very agile woman that excels in the art of evasion (if the need arises).
Living with a Kushari mercenary is sometimes all fun and games and also sometimes a bloody mess, as such, Alchamy has spent about five years learning the medical field enough to keep the cat in one piece or put her back together after a job. She also spent this time learning how to fix up basic mechanical problems that pop up around the ship.
With her limited proficiencies, Alchamy has a list of, almost debilitating, weaknesses. One such being that her pacifistic nature and fear of hurting others makes her a rather easy target if she's ever in a crossfire. She can't handle a firearm, she's never even shot blanks. The most she's ever done against another person was kneeing a guy and running off and she spent almost three hours complaining to Bajpa about how terrible she was for doing it, even though it had saved her life. Her fighting techniques are less than none, practically.
The Alderaanian woman also has great love for children and when she sees any even crying over a dropped piece of candy her heart lurches and she has to come to the child's aid. This has already proven to be rather troublesome such as when they'd crossed slavers and Alchamy stepped in and almost got herself killed (and severely injured Bajpa) to stop a slaver from harming two young kaleesh child.
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GEAR:
Combat Knife
datapad and comm device.
A basic modified light jerkin when she ever travels.
PETS:
"Beastie Boy" - Watch Beast
Deceased in 1018ABY.
SHIP:
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
BIOGRAPHY:
"We move in at 2245. On my mark."
Alchamy shook her head violently from side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Hours of negotiation had not budged the men's demands. The hostage's life, and now her brother and the troops, hung in the balance. She continued to plead with them, now more desperate than before to reach an understanding, an agreement, anything to set the hostage free. To set her mother free.
"Don't go. Please, don't go. Let me keep trying! Please!" She grabbed the commanding officer's arm, staring at him through tearful eyes. The next steep would mean her brother and the other men would all be sent out to combat.
Jeremy stood with a group of soldiering men in shadowsuits, battle armour and assault armour preparing for anything beyond their ship.
The shadowsuit Jeremy wore was made to absorbed light, seeing him bare it not only absorbed light, but it was absorbing her very essence. All she could think of was when they were younger. Much younger, smiling and laughing as mother would show them childish pranks to pull on their father and their father telling them old stories and tales nobody remembered anymore. Now, he stood, twenty three years of age and suited for combat. He gave no indication of fear, he looked proud in all respects but Alchamy knew her older brother. He was trembling inside but she knew he would not let that effect his performance. They had a job to do. She opened her mouth to speak, but nobody was listening to her anymore. Jeremy had barely even seemed to notice her presence. She knew he had heard her pleas and was trying to keep himself from agreeing with her. She pulled on him next, kissing his cheek and whispering words of love. He squeezed her hand gently once and returned to his duties and preparations.
If it's going to take me, at least save him.
"MARK."
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Even as they had all left, she could still hear the shots being fired from beyond the ship.
Shouting rang through her ears and burrowed into her being. Tearing her heart into pieces one at a time.
She had failed to talk them out of releasing the hostage, and now her brother was 'storming the castle'. She covered her ears in a futile attempt to drown out the combat and began humming to herself, it was just enough to keep her sanity in place.
Minutes ticked by as if they were eons. Pacing back and forth, the redhead watched the door for any sign, continuing to hum and holding her ears closed.
2300 and two men straggled in carrying a limp body. Alchamy's head shot up in the direction of the men, eyeing them both, then the body. Her humming ceased, as did her breathing as she attempted to collect herself.
The shadowsuit penetrated beyond recognition, the once masked face was cold, shaggy brunette hair sticking against his face, blood draining from each cut and bruises beginning to swell. She knew well the green eyes concealed by his eyelids, waiting a moment for them to open and greet her. When they did not Alchamy shook her head in denial and looked to the faces of his comrades, that alone told her all she needed to know as she rushed to the body and clutched him to her person. She cradled him, wiping the sweaty hair from his brow.
She had more than failed, she had killed her best friend, her brother.
The mission was a failure. Three other soldiers were killed in the fray and the hostage was killed before they arrived.
Leaving on the ship with the body of her brother and mother broke the girl. The once loud, chanting and joking ship was quiet. Morale plummeted lower and lower each time a comrade saw her hunched over the bodies. Her abundant joy that once fueled them was changed to radiating depression that hung in the air around her like smog, suffocating everyone that came into her presence.
She spent the ride dabbing at her brother's bloody face and telling him stories about home and how great the weather would be in the coming weeks.
Alchamy shook her head violently from side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Hours of negotiation had not budged the men's demands. The hostage's life, and now her brother and the troops, hung in the balance. She continued to plead with them, now more desperate than before to reach an understanding, an agreement, anything to set the hostage free. To set her mother free.
"Don't go. Please, don't go. Let me keep trying! Please!" She grabbed the commanding officer's arm, staring at him through tearful eyes. The next steep would mean her brother and the other men would all be sent out to combat.
Jeremy stood with a group of soldiering men in shadowsuits, battle armour and assault armour preparing for anything beyond their ship.
The shadowsuit Jeremy wore was made to absorbed light, seeing him bare it not only absorbed light, but it was absorbing her very essence. All she could think of was when they were younger. Much younger, smiling and laughing as mother would show them childish pranks to pull on their father and their father telling them old stories and tales nobody remembered anymore. Now, he stood, twenty three years of age and suited for combat. He gave no indication of fear, he looked proud in all respects but Alchamy knew her older brother. He was trembling inside but she knew he would not let that effect his performance. They had a job to do. She opened her mouth to speak, but nobody was listening to her anymore. Jeremy had barely even seemed to notice her presence. She knew he had heard her pleas and was trying to keep himself from agreeing with her. She pulled on him next, kissing his cheek and whispering words of love. He squeezed her hand gently once and returned to his duties and preparations.
If it's going to take me, at least save him.
"MARK."
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Even as they had all left, she could still hear the shots being fired from beyond the ship.
Shouting rang through her ears and burrowed into her being. Tearing her heart into pieces one at a time.
She had failed to talk them out of releasing the hostage, and now her brother was 'storming the castle'. She covered her ears in a futile attempt to drown out the combat and began humming to herself, it was just enough to keep her sanity in place.
Minutes ticked by as if they were eons. Pacing back and forth, the redhead watched the door for any sign, continuing to hum and holding her ears closed.
2300 and two men straggled in carrying a limp body. Alchamy's head shot up in the direction of the men, eyeing them both, then the body. Her humming ceased, as did her breathing as she attempted to collect herself.
The shadowsuit penetrated beyond recognition, the once masked face was cold, shaggy brunette hair sticking against his face, blood draining from each cut and bruises beginning to swell. She knew well the green eyes concealed by his eyelids, waiting a moment for them to open and greet her. When they did not Alchamy shook her head in denial and looked to the faces of his comrades, that alone told her all she needed to know as she rushed to the body and clutched him to her person. She cradled him, wiping the sweaty hair from his brow.
She had more than failed, she had killed her best friend, her brother.
The mission was a failure. Three other soldiers were killed in the fray and the hostage was killed before they arrived.
Leaving on the ship with the body of her brother and mother broke the girl. The once loud, chanting and joking ship was quiet. Morale plummeted lower and lower each time a comrade saw her hunched over the bodies. Her abundant joy that once fueled them was changed to radiating depression that hung in the air around her like smog, suffocating everyone that came into her presence.
She spent the ride dabbing at her brother's bloody face and telling him stories about home and how great the weather would be in the coming weeks.
She locked eyes with her father and tilted her head, silence was not common with her. The burly man watched her in equal silence.
This meeting, it would be the first she was in attendance of since her mother passed.
Alchamy knew of no woman like her mother, nobody as beautiful and wonderful.
Though her father was the politician, her mother had urged Alchamy into the world of diplomacy.
A decision she would never regret.
The two sat in air taxi, staring at each other with a familiar pain they both shared equally. Half of their family was gone and they were never coming back. No money, no diplomatic exchange, not even with a pact made with the Sith could change what had happened. But they would live on. Live on for Jeremy and Mother.
Reality shook her as their air taxi was slammed into, a scream erupt from Alchamy as her father grabbed onto her. He held her close from the unknown assailant, held on to the one thing he had left to live for in the world. Peering from beneath her father's arms, she spotted a fighter that began to speed from them without taking a moment to look back. Just a little accident. Nothing to be on edge about.
Mason still held his daughter even as the threat had well passed and they continued onward without further interruption.
"Father, I'm fine. You can let go now."
The look on his face told her nothing, but she knew he felt just as broken inside as she did. Losing mother and Jeremy had changed him. He released her as requested once they arrived, but suddenly reached out and held her hand as she began to leave the air taxi. He tugged her hand, demanding her attention.
"Alchamy, know that I can't ever simply 'let go. To a father, you're six years old with skinned knees and braids forever. I will always be there for you."
After giving a small kiss to her hand and releasing her, he waved her farewell.
"Do have fun, my child."
She nodded, waving her father off before entering into the ominous building before her.
Alchamy sat alone in a horseshoe booth, she had a small glass of some alcohol she was sure she didn’t want to know the name of but the cat said it’d be well worth it to try.
That contact still isn’t here…
The red-haired woman glared around the cantina, that slimy bastard was bound to be around here somewhere. She and the fully armoured Kushari, who stood a safe distance away at the bar, had caught each other’s gazes, neither strayed for too long nor even seemed to acknowledge the other’s presence. Thankfully, Bajpa was smart enough to not order anything strong or more than one drink- her past as an alcoholic loved to raise its ugly head at the worst of times and right now would be one of those ‘worst of times’ that they wanted to avoid. The cat never removed her helm, only lifting her visor to sip from her drink every few minutes. She was scantly engaged in some idle chatter with two other bar patrons, and Alchamy continued to sit alone in a booth meant for at least five and all she needed was the one contact.
She hesitantly held up the drink Bajpa had ordered her from the bar twenty minutes ago, the pristine blue liquid was moving slightly with the vibrations of the music that played through the cantina and echoed through Alchamy’s body. She took a small sip and immediately regret it. “Oh! No! Just! No! That is foul!” she bellowed, slamming the drink glass down in a huff, spilling a few droplets in her fit of anger at the drink. A man from the bar let out a loud hearty laugh that reminded her of Yuri, she looked up in surprise, hoping to spot the ex-gladiator that she’d not seen for what felt like decades now. It was just a bounty hunter, nothing of interest to her especially now while she was working. She would allow this contact five more minutes, if he did not arrive at that point then he can kiss their contract goodbye.
Bajpa tapped at her watch a minute later, identifying that she too was becoming impatient with this waiting game. Alchamy sat back in her booth and signaled they would allow four more minutes of time. Alchamy could feel the Kushari roll her eyes and return to her drink. Alchamy listened closer to the patrons of the bar, hoping to pick up the man’s laugh again. Bajpa’s normally strict and very cold demeanour was normally broken easily by Yuri, the Kushari needed that now and then. As she continued to her thoughts, a male Zeltron slid into the booth next to Alchamy. He wrapped his arm around Alchamy’s shoulder as if he knew her. She wanted to glare at him but smiled instead. “You’re rather late.” She stated bluntly.
“Traffic, excuse me, my Alderaanian Beauty.” He purred, moving closer to her until he felt a tinge of pain in his thigh. The Zeltron looked down to see the woman had a small combat knife pulled and was pressed lightly against his skin.
“Excused.” She purred back, pushing herself away from him and batting her eyes. "I already play house with someone else, we, however, are playing convince me. Spill.” Alchamy caught sight of Bajpa who had about threw herself up in arms but had calmed once the two had parted from each other and Alchamy was reclined back in the booth with a smile on her face and twirling her drink nonchalantly.
Let the negotiations begin.
Bajpa had not bothered to watch the two, this was Alchamy’s realm and thanks to the training the Alderaanian received from Yuri and herself years ago the small woman was now at least comfortable with pulling that combat knife she carried around every so often. It was an impressive feat for the girl and her tough act carried a little weight to help in the negotiations now and then, though having a six foot sentient bipedal tigress as her companion was also helpful. Bajpa still secretly wished Alchamy would just completely deck a guy. Just once. The Kushari highly doubted she would live to see that. The Zeltron and Alchamy who had been glaring each other down and arguing for the better part of a half hour finally smiled, both exiting the booth and shaking hands. Alchamy retrieved her drink and walked up to the bar, the Zeltron leaving the cantina entirely. Alchamy crossed her arms over the bar top and slid her drink to Bajpa. “Foul substance.” Bajpa cackled from behind her helm, her visor kicking up as she tossed back the ‘foul substance’ without a second thought.
“Looks like things went well. You even shook his hand.” She noted aloud, keeping her visor up and staring at her long-time friend. Time had tempered Alchamy so much from what she had been when they first met nearly twelve years ago. The girl who once saw the galaxy through rose-coloured glasses now saw everything for what it truly was. She knew not everything could be solved by just words any longer. Neither of them would have a simple mediocre civilian life that both secretly thought of now and then, it wasn’t for them they knew that. The two women were always on the move, always moving from job to job. Bajpa knew Alchamy wanted to at least stay in one system for more than a year before jumping to another now and then, but it felt like such an unobtainable goal. They made enough money to sit down for some time and Alchamy had access to her family's decently impressive accounts, but money wasn’t indefinite and the two could never find work they both agreed. So, they travelled and for the most part they enjoyed each day of it. They were proud of how far they had come. But… some days…
“Apparently we are taking a trip to Dressel.” Alchamy smiled widely at her Kushari companion. For a girl who had spent the entire morning today complaining about how they moved around too much, she sure seemed pretty happy about it.
“Dressel?” No wonder negotiations went so well. Dressel is just on the edge of Hutt territory. Something tells me that we’re going to do a few detours for this one. Bajpa pat Alchamy on the back, the girl wincing in pain at the rough contact. “You’re something, kiddo, now let’s get out of here before we get swept off our feet by some Drunk Merc in a flight suit and we trick him into thinking he’s your amnesic husband.” She laughed, watching Alchamy visibly blush and grumble ‘That happened once…’ and slink from the bar, the duo making their way through the crowds and out of the cantina. Today was just another day.
That contact still isn’t here…
The red-haired woman glared around the cantina, that slimy bastard was bound to be around here somewhere. She and the fully armoured Kushari, who stood a safe distance away at the bar, had caught each other’s gazes, neither strayed for too long nor even seemed to acknowledge the other’s presence. Thankfully, Bajpa was smart enough to not order anything strong or more than one drink- her past as an alcoholic loved to raise its ugly head at the worst of times and right now would be one of those ‘worst of times’ that they wanted to avoid. The cat never removed her helm, only lifting her visor to sip from her drink every few minutes. She was scantly engaged in some idle chatter with two other bar patrons, and Alchamy continued to sit alone in a booth meant for at least five and all she needed was the one contact.
She hesitantly held up the drink Bajpa had ordered her from the bar twenty minutes ago, the pristine blue liquid was moving slightly with the vibrations of the music that played through the cantina and echoed through Alchamy’s body. She took a small sip and immediately regret it. “Oh! No! Just! No! That is foul!” she bellowed, slamming the drink glass down in a huff, spilling a few droplets in her fit of anger at the drink. A man from the bar let out a loud hearty laugh that reminded her of Yuri, she looked up in surprise, hoping to spot the ex-gladiator that she’d not seen for what felt like decades now. It was just a bounty hunter, nothing of interest to her especially now while she was working. She would allow this contact five more minutes, if he did not arrive at that point then he can kiss their contract goodbye.
Bajpa tapped at her watch a minute later, identifying that she too was becoming impatient with this waiting game. Alchamy sat back in her booth and signaled they would allow four more minutes of time. Alchamy could feel the Kushari roll her eyes and return to her drink. Alchamy listened closer to the patrons of the bar, hoping to pick up the man’s laugh again. Bajpa’s normally strict and very cold demeanour was normally broken easily by Yuri, the Kushari needed that now and then. As she continued to her thoughts, a male Zeltron slid into the booth next to Alchamy. He wrapped his arm around Alchamy’s shoulder as if he knew her. She wanted to glare at him but smiled instead. “You’re rather late.” She stated bluntly.
“Traffic, excuse me, my Alderaanian Beauty.” He purred, moving closer to her until he felt a tinge of pain in his thigh. The Zeltron looked down to see the woman had a small combat knife pulled and was pressed lightly against his skin.
“Excused.” She purred back, pushing herself away from him and batting her eyes. "I already play house with someone else, we, however, are playing convince me. Spill.” Alchamy caught sight of Bajpa who had about threw herself up in arms but had calmed once the two had parted from each other and Alchamy was reclined back in the booth with a smile on her face and twirling her drink nonchalantly.
Let the negotiations begin.
Bajpa had not bothered to watch the two, this was Alchamy’s realm and thanks to the training the Alderaanian received from Yuri and herself years ago the small woman was now at least comfortable with pulling that combat knife she carried around every so often. It was an impressive feat for the girl and her tough act carried a little weight to help in the negotiations now and then, though having a six foot sentient bipedal tigress as her companion was also helpful. Bajpa still secretly wished Alchamy would just completely deck a guy. Just once. The Kushari highly doubted she would live to see that. The Zeltron and Alchamy who had been glaring each other down and arguing for the better part of a half hour finally smiled, both exiting the booth and shaking hands. Alchamy retrieved her drink and walked up to the bar, the Zeltron leaving the cantina entirely. Alchamy crossed her arms over the bar top and slid her drink to Bajpa. “Foul substance.” Bajpa cackled from behind her helm, her visor kicking up as she tossed back the ‘foul substance’ without a second thought.
“Looks like things went well. You even shook his hand.” She noted aloud, keeping her visor up and staring at her long-time friend. Time had tempered Alchamy so much from what she had been when they first met nearly twelve years ago. The girl who once saw the galaxy through rose-coloured glasses now saw everything for what it truly was. She knew not everything could be solved by just words any longer. Neither of them would have a simple mediocre civilian life that both secretly thought of now and then, it wasn’t for them they knew that. The two women were always on the move, always moving from job to job. Bajpa knew Alchamy wanted to at least stay in one system for more than a year before jumping to another now and then, but it felt like such an unobtainable goal. They made enough money to sit down for some time and Alchamy had access to her family's decently impressive accounts, but money wasn’t indefinite and the two could never find work they both agreed. So, they travelled and for the most part they enjoyed each day of it. They were proud of how far they had come. But… some days…
“Apparently we are taking a trip to Dressel.” Alchamy smiled widely at her Kushari companion. For a girl who had spent the entire morning today complaining about how they moved around too much, she sure seemed pretty happy about it.
“Dressel?” No wonder negotiations went so well. Dressel is just on the edge of Hutt territory. Something tells me that we’re going to do a few detours for this one. Bajpa pat Alchamy on the back, the girl wincing in pain at the rough contact. “You’re something, kiddo, now let’s get out of here before we get swept off our feet by some Drunk Merc in a flight suit and we trick him into thinking he’s your amnesic husband.” She laughed, watching Alchamy visibly blush and grumble ‘That happened once…’ and slink from the bar, the duo making their way through the crowds and out of the cantina. Today was just another day.
Being Updated to Legacies II.
Mason Ruaca - Father (Deceased-61 Year 1022ABY))
Addeen Ruaca - Mother (Deceased-48 Year 1013ABY)
Jeremy Ruaca - Brother (Deceased-23 Year 1013ABY)
Ruaca droid; 99C - 'Butler' (Active)
Dax Malon - Alive - Dax is a young, blond Jedi currently visiting her home in New Alderaan at her father's request. He apparently likes fine wine and mucking around in Jeremy's room... Alchamy lost touch with Dax soon after his stay at her home on New Alderaan.
Titus Skirata - Deceased 20yrs - Titus is one of the few people who Alchamy truly calls a friend and will stick up for him if need be, unless it has to do with the Empire. He's an 'Alor'uus' among the Mandalorians and pre to the two sides coming together was part of the Loyalist. Titus and Alchamy are, to be simple, young lovers.
He was killed by a Chiss Sith Lord by the name of Hazac.
Bajpa Kalsine - Alive - She's a terrifying six-foot Kushari female that has a soft for Alchamy, she reminds her of purity and innocence that the Kushari never had. The two met through DSEG and became fast friends. Bajpa trained Alchamy with the help of Yuri Sharp to show the girl how to properly fight and defend herself for a few years, though they had very little headway. Alchamy shares a deep compassion for the Kushari and regards her as one of her true friends. The two have spent over ten years traveling the galaxy together.
Yuri Sharp - Alive - Yuri is a hulking human being, and a sweetheart. He's also the one who takes the largest amount of damage when Alchamy decides to prank people. The two first met when Bajpa called Alchamy, the two soldiers drunk as could be, asking for a ride because they'd gotten lost. The following morning she pretended to be his wife and told him he was her amnesiac husband, considering his hungover state, he believed her and it wasn't until Bajpa broke the news did he realise it was actually a joke. Alchamy most days thinks fondly of Yuri, being he and Bajpa were all she has in the galaxy. While the two constantly flirt with one another, Alchamy does privately harbor feelings for the overgrown gladiator that have only expanded over the years.
Mason Ruaca - Father (Deceased-61 Year 1022ABY))
Addeen Ruaca - Mother (Deceased-48 Year 1013ABY)
Jeremy Ruaca - Brother (Deceased-23 Year 1013ABY)
Ruaca droid; 99C - 'Butler' (Active)
Dax Malon - Alive - Dax is a young, blond Jedi currently visiting her home in New Alderaan at her father's request. He apparently likes fine wine and mucking around in Jeremy's room... Alchamy lost touch with Dax soon after his stay at her home on New Alderaan.
Titus Skirata - Deceased 20yrs - Titus is one of the few people who Alchamy truly calls a friend and will stick up for him if need be, unless it has to do with the Empire. He's an 'Alor'uus' among the Mandalorians and pre to the two sides coming together was part of the Loyalist. Titus and Alchamy are, to be simple, young lovers.
He was killed by a Chiss Sith Lord by the name of Hazac.
Bajpa Kalsine - Alive - She's a terrifying six-foot Kushari female that has a soft for Alchamy, she reminds her of purity and innocence that the Kushari never had. The two met through DSEG and became fast friends. Bajpa trained Alchamy with the help of Yuri Sharp to show the girl how to properly fight and defend herself for a few years, though they had very little headway. Alchamy shares a deep compassion for the Kushari and regards her as one of her true friends. The two have spent over ten years traveling the galaxy together.
Yuri Sharp - Alive - Yuri is a hulking human being, and a sweetheart. He's also the one who takes the largest amount of damage when Alchamy decides to prank people. The two first met when Bajpa called Alchamy, the two soldiers drunk as could be, asking for a ride because they'd gotten lost. The following morning she pretended to be his wife and told him he was her amnesiac husband, considering his hungover state, he believed her and it wasn't until Bajpa broke the news did he realise it was actually a joke. Alchamy most days thinks fondly of Yuri, being he and Bajpa were all she has in the galaxy. While the two constantly flirt with one another, Alchamy does privately harbor feelings for the overgrown gladiator that have only expanded over the years.
Under Heavy Construction! :charmed:
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