Cora Senith

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Basic Information


Name: Cora Senith

Faction: Galactic Alliance

Rank: Jedi Hopeful

Species: Human

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Force Sensitive: Untrained Force Sensitive


Attributes & Skills


Attribute Percentile

[TR2][TD]Strength: 43%[/TD][TD]Dexterity: 66%[/TD][TD]Constitution: 77%[/TD][/TR2]
[TR2][TD]Intelligence: 74%[/TD][TD]Wisdom: 57%[/TD][TD]Charisma: 46%[/TD][/TR2]

Skills & Training

Medical Treatment: Adept Training (3/5)

Logistics: Apprentice Training (2/5)

First Aid: Apprentice Training (2/5)

Terminal Use: Apprentice Training (2/5)

Firearms: Basic Training (1/5)

Melee Combat: (1/5)

Mechanics: Basic Training (1/5)

Public Speaking: Basic Training (1/5)

Stealth: Untrained (0/5)

The Force: Untrained (0/5)


Personality


Cora is quiet, patient, and curious; she's someone who has little problem going unnoticed in a room, and is often quite thankful for that. Place her anywhere with a lot of people, and she'll simply play observer, listening to conversations and keeping her thoughts to herself. If she has a task, however, that changes drastically. That's when her passion, her determination, and her energy bubble to the top, driving her towards whatever goal she has in mind. While a conversation turned argument will shut her down and make her turn away, a strong stubborn resolve forms when something she believes in is at risk, and it becomes difficult to stop her.

As for what she cares about... people. She loves family, whether by blood or not, and will do everything she can for them. Enemies aren't a possibility, from her perspective: those are considered the lost, the ill informed, or the oblivious, but never the enemy. Part of that is because she's young and naive. Most of it is because she's just that caring.


Biography

In a sheltered corner of the galaxy on the rural planet of Dantooine, amidst a small cluster of homes that could almost be called a village, Cora began her life away from the Empire and under the tender care of her mother, Dr. Mira Senith. She was doted on by the neighbors, educated by her mother, and enjoyed a life of leisure and calm. Her mother was her idol, and the community was her family. But while her world was the picture of peace, the galaxy was not.

The first hints Cora had about wars being more than stories were the meeting. She never attended any, as the "discussions" were for adults. But even young, she didn't miss the dour expressions those talks left on her mother's face, nor the anger and apprehension the neighbors tried to hide. Time passed, and bit by bit, Cora learned more and more, maturing enough to comprehend, but never truly understand. The resisting was being done elsewhere, so she ignored what seemed far enough away to slip past her life.

War became far more real when the doctor and her daughter moved to the temple on Dantooine, and set up shop with a strange group of people. Mira's patients shifted from farmers with minor ailments to ragged rebels bearing the marks of lost battles. Cora saw firsthand the carnage of the fight in the bloodstained armor, the blaster burns, and the cauterized amputations that mysteriously entered the medical facilities. It became a time where Mira relied on her daughter as much as Cora relied on her mother. She started with carrying water and bandages, then holding tools during the long battles with death itself. Later, she learned how to stitch a wound, and what was best for treating the burns of a blaster. She saw many saved, and others that passed off into the beyond. Growing up fast wasn't an option for her; it was a necessity.

By the time Cora became adept enough to handle patients on her own, Dr. Senith had become indispensable to the rebel cause. Mira had earned the respect of her superiors, and was asked to head the medical wing for the rebel base. She accepted, on the condition she had an assistant. Cora, without a second thought, agreed. That choice came with many a sleepless night; her work as a medic was too important, but her mother needed her. Cora suffered in her own way, but never said a word of it. She wasn't on the battlefield, out in the fight, and to her, that dedication was beyond her effort. She was content with the war out there, helping how she could from safe inside the temple.

She wasn't prepared when the Empire attacked the rebels on Dantooine. Not for the assault, and not for the aftermath. Cora remembered the start of that day: she'd been sent to her quarters, after working through the night on a Bothan with several blaster wounds, and was nearing sleep. She'd been crying, Daiyo, which she knew was his name, hadn't survived, having succumbed to his wounds before midnight. There was the crash, the sirens, and the quakes. Panic seized her, then numb terror, then blankness. Her next memory was being told her mother was dead.

The medical bay was gone. Their infrastructure was gone. Everything that'd been built, by the rebels and Mira, had been turned to dust. Cora gathered what she could, who she could, and flew to Savareen on a shuttle. She bargained and sold until she had a space of her own. Then, she started again. There was still a rebellion, there would still be wounded, and they'd still need medical care... and in memory of Mira, Cora would be there to do it.


Gear


-Blastech R5 Pistol
-Vibroblade
-DTX-1480 InforMaster
-Basic First Aid Equipment

 

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