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"All Zeltrons are obsessed with romance. When they cannot love, they fight. Both are sports to them. Coupled with their love of gambling, it makes one Zeltron in the grip of enthusiasm a formidable enemy. An adolescent is virtually a force of nature."
NAME: Devika Beau (Devi for short)
FACTION: Independent
OCCUPATION: Take your pick – Pirate, smuggler, bounty hunter, terrorist (I prefer the term freedom fighter, personally). - honestly, whatever pays better.
SPECIES: Zeltron
AGE: 23
GENDER: Female
FORCE SENSITIVE: Let’s not get in to that, sugar. You haven’t even bought me a drink yet…
APPEARANCE: Like many other Zeltrons, Devika is extremely attractive, her skin a bright pink, the special pigmentation having developed from as a reaction to Zeltros sun’s radiation. Devika tends to alter her appearance at times in order to suit her flights of fancy; naturally, her long, curly, hair is a rich exotic blue, but has been dyed different colours in the past, such a dark pink and light purple. Devika highlights her pale amethyst eyes with matching eyeshadow and complimentary lipstick. As with all Zeltrons, Devika has a high metabolism, allowing her to maintain a healthy, yet curvy full body figure, which she proudly displays in accordance with her people’s fondness for bizarre and striking fashion. Devika however does maintain her excellent physical form through rigorous work out. Devika is known for her ever expanding wardrobe; let it never be said she didn’t have the right dress for the occasion. Due to her years of imprisonment, Devika bears scars from her torture in solitary confinement; some have been cosmetically treated, whereas others have been covered up with tattoos; the zeltron does however takes issue when people stare at them.
ATTRIBUTES: Devika is a natural born performer, taking tremendous pleasure and pride in the stunts she pulls, whether this is during a normal skills for hire gig or sticking the proverbial -and more often than not, the literal- middle finger up to ordered establishment. Devika entertains many sins and vices; she is known to smoke cigarettes from a slender holder. These seem to be a mixture of her blend, mostly formed of tobacco and herbal plants. Often the smoke is regarded as a sweet scent. Due to the Zeltron’s second liver, Devika has a certain purchase for alcoholic drinks, as she is able to partake with their consumption much longer than other humanoids. Like other Zeltrons, Devika can produce potent pheromones, similar to the Falleen species, which enhance her attractiveness and likeability. She also has limited telepathic ability, which she can use to project emotions onto others, as well as allowing them to read and even feel the emotions of others; however, due to previous trauma in her past, these abilities are sometimes unreliable and unfocused. However, whilst most positive emotions -such as happiness, love and pleasure- are important to Zeltrons, Devika does not shy away from negative ones, such as anger, fear, or depression. This possibly aids her during times of conflict and combat in which she can quickly become lost and enraptured in the moment.
SKILLS: In addition to being very persuasive and seductive, Devika is deceptively cunning and calculating -on some occasions...when she wants to be-. Over time, under different employers, she has developed an array of skills, ranging from simply mechanics to actual flying ships and evading pursuit. She is even a novice hacker and slicer though she often lack the patience to improve and further her skills in this area. A crack shot with a blaster or other projectile weapon,s Devika prefers fighting with her electro-pike, or even in simple hand to hand combat. Devika has also compiled a condensed data bank of various individuals, mostly criminals, smugglers and pirates who have been in prison or under The Brotherhood's surveillance, she often utilises this knowledge to suit her needs. As part of her upbringing, Devika is actually a very talented entertainer, capable of dancing and singing, along with playing several instruments; this gives her uncanny acting skills, as well as allowing her to be rather deceptive lair. Her early travels and years of imprisonment have allowed her some rudimentary grasps on alien languages, though she prefers to speak basic (The variety of swear words is simply too tempting to pass up).
COMBAT: Before Devika was put into solitary isolation, she became quite accustomed to combat and fighting, especially in the prison system. She knows elements of echani and Teräs Käsi. By no means is she an expert or professional proficient in these fields, but she is able to hold her own and stand her ground against opponents; often she will use speed, momentum and agility to gain an advantage against her opponent. She is not afraid to do anything reckless and unorthodox; often these methods allow her to catch her enemies by surprise. Devika can use blasters and even vibroblades in combat, however, she favours her electro pike.
GEAR: Electro-pike – stolen from a prison guard during the prison riot.
BIOGRAPHY: Born on the planet of Zeltros, Devika was the only child of a union between a female veil dancer and a male political artist. Atypical of Zeltron unions, the partners ended up splitting up soon after Devika’s birth. For most of her adolescence, Devika spent time travelling with her father across the galaxy, whom travelled to exhibit his rare Zeltron artwork. This allowed Devika to rub shoulders with the galaxy’s most wealthy and elite. However, her father began getting passionate involved in out world politics, using his art to make a statement against oppressors and tyrannical leaders; he even spoke out against the Brotherhood. This earnt him a number of enemies; fearing for his daughter’s safety, Devika’s father sent her back to Zeltros during her late adolescence, in order to connect with her mother who had become a successful club manager. Shortly after, Devika received news her father had been killed, possibly by agents of the Brotherhood. The young Zeltron was passionately outraged and swore to get justice for her father’s murder – however, only being a young woman, she was forced to delay her plans and bid her time. Though her father was never far from her thoughts, Devika began singing and preforming at one of the night time establishments. It was there she met-
Now hold on there, sugar. If you want to know about a girl, the least you could do is let her give her side of the story first; spoken from her own blue lips. It’s only fair, you know? Now, just sit back, sugar, and let lil Devi tell you how things really went down. Honestly, you can’t trust anything you hear unless it’s said straight from the Hutt’s mouth.
You see, I became what some would have considered to be a ‘problem child’; but I assure, it couldn’t be further from the truth! Sure, I indulged in a bit of mischief, started running with the criminal rackets, learning a few tricks of the trade (who would ever suspect a zeltron anyway?). Mama tried to keep me out of trouble, bless her, she really did. But it called to me; the rush, the adrenaline, the thrill! I was dancing and singing in the clubs one night and committing crimes on the next. No one was really getting hurt; it’s a nexu eat nexu galaxy afterall. If you’re weak enough to be marked, then you deserve it. Sorry, that’s just how it goes.
Now, sugar, before you get all uppity and technical, let’s move on. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. You see, it all started with this stellar guy -doesn’t it always?-. His name was Vex. What a name. What a guy. Dreamy blue eyes, a dashing smile, a typical hero type ready to sweep me off my feet one day; we’d ride out into the sunset and live happily ever after…well, for a week or two until it was time to move on. Monogamy and zeltrons? It just isn’t natural. Life’s too short for those sort of chains. But Vex understood that; he understood me. Oh, mama warned me about these outlander types, coming on shore leave and stealing young zeltrons’ hearts. But I didn’t listen. I was too busy listening to my own rhythm, cutting my own beat. Vex as just there to enjoy the ride. He’d always visited me at the club, we’d talk, have drinks. The usual stuff, you know? But then Vex really upped the game, and boy was I ready to play. You see, turns our Vex was part of this rebellion or something like that; they were just hell bent on really sticking it to the Brotherhood. What can I say? I was young, in love; I was searching for something and I thought that something was Vex and his cause; he was a sinner after my own heart. Lover boy kept going on about how the Brotherhood and their followers weren’t really after peace and equality. They just wanted unwavering order, unblinking compliancy – now that didn’t sit right with Vex and it sure as hell didn’t sit right with me. That artificial serenity just had to challenged. That’s where this rebellion came in. We thought we were pretty smart too. We started off small, going off world to conduct strings of crime without rhyme or reason; before you judge me, you should know that our targets were strictly Brotherhood agents who deserved nothing less than what they got in the end. After all, look at the damage they’re doing to the galaxy; someone had to do something, someone had to fight. And that someone was me.
We hit their supply routes, sabotage their ports, heck, we even vandalised their fancy social scenes. But it wasn’t enough. We had to hit them hard, really make them hurt. That was when Vex came up with the big score; a major base of operation allied with the Brotherhood. It seemed like the perfect plan. Infiltrate the base, plant the explosives and get the hell out of there. What could go wrong? Well, a lot apparently. I don’t know if someone ran their mouth at a bar or if we were betrayed from the inside, but the imps were on us like hutts on a twi’lek slave girl. Vex got away. But I didn’t. Creepo sith (whatever the heck those crazies are) ran me down and I was arrested on the spot as an ‘accessory to terror’. No trial, no defence, hell, I didn’t even get a holo call! Next thing I knew, I was found guilty of terrorism and thrown into a cell on some backwater, space prison. That’s where I met The Warden…
Ah, yes, Mr. Doom and Gloom himself. A chiss male with a stick so far up his ass you’d think it’d be poking through his head by now. Let’s just say, we did not see eye to eye; don’t get me wrong, the blue skinned guy was easy on the eyes. I still think of him…and how much I’d like to claw out his eyes and stomp on them with the heel of my fabulous neon pink boots. You know what he did to me? Do you?! I was only trying to help spread the love; bring a bit of light to his dull, scummy little prison. But The Warden didn’t like that. Nooooo, not one bit. After two years in singsing, he threw my tight little ass into solitary confinement. That’s practically a death sentence for Zeltrons like me. No interaction or communication. I was so starved of intimacy for over three years I swear I went crazy and back. That was before I saw another sentient again. But The Warden knew exactly what he was doing… You see, it was something of a hobby of his, to break down a prisoner until they were pretty much nothing. I was a ‘challenge’ to him in some sort of sick twisted way. The Warden thought he was clever, start off with the feather punches. Shaving my hair off, withholding food, exposing me to hallucinogenic drugs (pfft, please, I’ve been shooting those back since I found my father’s secret stash). When that didn’t work, he brought in the big guns. These hooded crazies again. I never saw their faces. I can’t even remember what they did to me but I know they did something, messed with my head…I can’t…remember…anything. There was just darkness and then? Nothing…
Listen sugar, the past ain’t worth remembering; us Zeltrons, we live for tomorrow. So, the past can die its death and stay dead for all I care. Now let’s see, where did we go from there? Hmm. Oh yeah!
Saved by the cavalry! Who would have thought I owed my freedom to a bunch of pirates and criminals? These fabulously boonies assaulted the prison and started an all out war with the Brotherhood- not really sure why - but in the heat of the moment, the cells were opened and we all ran like gungans to water. The Warden got away, but I’ve got his number; it’s only a matter of time before we meet again. Until then, I’ll be waiting. Anyway, back to the story at hand - when the fighting finally stopped, we were given a choice, we could join the pirates or find our own way off the gods forsaken rock. It wasn’t a bad deal, so I took it. And well, here we are. I bounce around between jobs, learnt a couple of things under some very notorious crime lords (I won't drop names. You see, I'm a professional). Sure, I could have gone back to the clubs, singing a tune and prancing around in the spot light waiting to snare myself a sugar daddy; but that just don’t cut the crystal anymore. Why settle for Zeltros when I can make the whole galaxy my centre stage? And sugar I just hope you’ll be one of my adoring fans in the audience.
PERSONALITY: Well, I don’t like to toot my own horn (though I can play several instruments which are similar). Hmm, let’s see… After I was sprung, I helped myself to The Warden’s files and documents, you know, digging up dirt on a few inmates (That’s right, I’ve got your files too!). Maybe he had something to say. Hmm…‘leaves a trail of mayhem and panic, no thought for consequences…despises boredom, prone to becoming restless’ well can’t argue with that…’conspires to create violate pandemonium?’….What does that even mean? Oh hang on, there’s something else; ‘A challenging troublemaker.’ Aww, that’s probably the sweetest thing he’s ever said; he can still go lick a bantha butt though. Anyway. How can I describe my personality? Well, at the end of the day, my needs are simple but my goals are grand; I like to indulge and enjoy, whether that be in merrymaking and drinks, or hunting down a bounty. You may find my behaviour erratic at times, eccentric even -and I thank you for noticing-.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Vex: Once the love of my life, now the pain in my ass – Sure, things didn’t work out well between us in the end, but we still have fond memories. Course, if I ever see him again I’m going to sucker punch him right in his gorgeous face. I heard he’s fighting for the Republic now, doing crazy stuff as usual. There's even a rumour he was really a jedi...Who knows, maybe one day we’ll cross paths. For his sake, he better pray that day never comes.
The Warden: Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil man. If I ever see that scum sucking, imperial bantha butt again, I will simply kill him.! Did I mention he was evil? No? HE’S EVIL!
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