- Joined
- Jun 22, 2010
- Messages
- 476
- Reaction score
- 13
NAME: Geeva
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 13
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 97 lb
EYES: Green
HAIR: Red
SKIN: white
CREDITS: 3
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: She has a scar of the right side of her chest and back from what looks like a blaster bolt
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
STRENGTH: She is rather small so she isn't very strong at all.
DEXTERITY: She is quite quick from having to run away from dangers down back alleys and streets.
CONSTITUTION: She isn't in the best of health (which will be explained below)
INTELLIGENCE: She isn't 'smart' per say, having never attended a school, but she has street smart that has kept her alive thus far.
WISDOM: She is defiantly not considered wise in the conman sense of the word.
CHARISMA: She has gotten really good at getting out of trouble by making the person pity the young girl
FORCE POWERS:
Weak ability to levitate small objects under heavy concentration
SKILLS:
She can do basic maintenance on simple electronic devices and the levitation as stated above.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
She has no training at all in any lightsaber or sword forms.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Her strengths are she is small and quick, usually easily outrunning anyone that happens to be after her by slipping threw small openings that the assailant wouldn't be able to fit threw. Another advantage to her being small is she is rather adept at sneaking around without anyone noticing her all that well. A few of her weaknesses are that she runs out of breath quickly due to a wound that damaged one of her lungs, requiring her to wear an older breathing apparatus, whose power supply and filtration system was located in a small pack on her back.
GEAR:
Breathing apparatus, small home made knife
SHIP:
She doesn't have a ship.
PETS:
No pets
PERSONALITY:
Geeva initially gives off the impression of being a normal happy young girl. She idly wanders the streets, rummaging anything she can with a happy little smile on her face. In truth she feels alone in a large dangerous world and a lot of the times, when no one is watching or paying attention to her, she will curl up in a dark corner and let her true feelings show. Sadness and helplessness at how her life is and how she is powerless to change it, a bit of depression mixed in as well. And also anger at the people responsible for her current situation. She longs for something better but feels there is little to no hope in achieving a better life.
BIOGRAPHY:
Geeva was born on a small, failing farm on the outskirts of Mos Eisley, living along with just her father, her mother having died in childbirth. Her father routinely came home straight from the cantina after wasting all there credits on cheep booze and failed gambling. When this occurred she would hide under her bed, hoping he would just pass out and that would be the end of the night. This was usually not the case, he normally came home in a drunken rage, spitting out unintelligible curses at her, blaming her for the loss of his wife, telling her he wished she was never born so he could still have a happy life with her. His rages more then often ended in him beating the pulp out of the young girl, leaving her in a crumpled lump on her bed, curled up and crying before he himself passed out in another section of the house.
He returned one night, more plastered then she had ever seen him before. He began with his usual slew of insults and beatings. Though after he was finished and exited the room, he came back a few moments later, blaster in hand, mumbling about how he was going to set things right and get ride of the thing he hated most once in for all. he fired at the young girl, striking her in the right side of her chest before he dropped the blaster and starting stumbling away. She crawled towards the weapon and picked it up, aiming at the back of the one she was ashamed to call her father, she had had enough of the insults... the beatings... everything, she fired, hitting him at the base of his neck, killing him instantly.
She aimed the blaster out the window and fired till she lost consciousness, hoping someone would see and come to her rescue. She awoke some time later, blurry eyed and confused. The doctor placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, making her remain laying on the gurney so she didn't do anything detrimental to the wound. Though after giving her a small interrogation the doctor, and figuring out she had no parents, and thus no credits, the doctor promptly kicked her out, like most on tatooine, only caring about how much credits lined his pockets. He must have felt bad for the young woman though and he at least gave her an outdated breathing apparatus before sending her on her way.
From then on she was alone, fending for herself, and close to starving most of the time, though she had eventually grown use to that feeling. She soon discovered a unique ability was manifesting itself now that she had to fend for herself. One day while eyeing a food vendor across the street, her dreams suddenly seemed to be coming true as a small scrape of food started floating it way over towards her. She was amazed, and decided to try it again later. She practiced the technique over and over, though her mastery over it was slow and most of the objects never made it to where she intended them to be, even with extreme concentration. The breathing apparatus that was given to her coming close to breaking down on multiple occasions, forcing her to learn how to repair it to keep her alive. She made her home in a small run down shed looking building next to the local cantina, where she still remains.
KILLS:
None
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 13
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 97 lb
EYES: Green
HAIR: Red
SKIN: white
CREDITS: 3
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: She has a scar of the right side of her chest and back from what looks like a blaster bolt
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
STRENGTH: She is rather small so she isn't very strong at all.
DEXTERITY: She is quite quick from having to run away from dangers down back alleys and streets.
CONSTITUTION: She isn't in the best of health (which will be explained below)
INTELLIGENCE: She isn't 'smart' per say, having never attended a school, but she has street smart that has kept her alive thus far.
WISDOM: She is defiantly not considered wise in the conman sense of the word.
CHARISMA: She has gotten really good at getting out of trouble by making the person pity the young girl
FORCE POWERS:
Weak ability to levitate small objects under heavy concentration
SKILLS:
She can do basic maintenance on simple electronic devices and the levitation as stated above.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
She has no training at all in any lightsaber or sword forms.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Her strengths are she is small and quick, usually easily outrunning anyone that happens to be after her by slipping threw small openings that the assailant wouldn't be able to fit threw. Another advantage to her being small is she is rather adept at sneaking around without anyone noticing her all that well. A few of her weaknesses are that she runs out of breath quickly due to a wound that damaged one of her lungs, requiring her to wear an older breathing apparatus, whose power supply and filtration system was located in a small pack on her back.
GEAR:
Breathing apparatus, small home made knife
SHIP:
She doesn't have a ship.
PETS:
No pets
PERSONALITY:
Geeva initially gives off the impression of being a normal happy young girl. She idly wanders the streets, rummaging anything she can with a happy little smile on her face. In truth she feels alone in a large dangerous world and a lot of the times, when no one is watching or paying attention to her, she will curl up in a dark corner and let her true feelings show. Sadness and helplessness at how her life is and how she is powerless to change it, a bit of depression mixed in as well. And also anger at the people responsible for her current situation. She longs for something better but feels there is little to no hope in achieving a better life.
BIOGRAPHY:
Geeva was born on a small, failing farm on the outskirts of Mos Eisley, living along with just her father, her mother having died in childbirth. Her father routinely came home straight from the cantina after wasting all there credits on cheep booze and failed gambling. When this occurred she would hide under her bed, hoping he would just pass out and that would be the end of the night. This was usually not the case, he normally came home in a drunken rage, spitting out unintelligible curses at her, blaming her for the loss of his wife, telling her he wished she was never born so he could still have a happy life with her. His rages more then often ended in him beating the pulp out of the young girl, leaving her in a crumpled lump on her bed, curled up and crying before he himself passed out in another section of the house.
He returned one night, more plastered then she had ever seen him before. He began with his usual slew of insults and beatings. Though after he was finished and exited the room, he came back a few moments later, blaster in hand, mumbling about how he was going to set things right and get ride of the thing he hated most once in for all. he fired at the young girl, striking her in the right side of her chest before he dropped the blaster and starting stumbling away. She crawled towards the weapon and picked it up, aiming at the back of the one she was ashamed to call her father, she had had enough of the insults... the beatings... everything, she fired, hitting him at the base of his neck, killing him instantly.
She aimed the blaster out the window and fired till she lost consciousness, hoping someone would see and come to her rescue. She awoke some time later, blurry eyed and confused. The doctor placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, making her remain laying on the gurney so she didn't do anything detrimental to the wound. Though after giving her a small interrogation the doctor, and figuring out she had no parents, and thus no credits, the doctor promptly kicked her out, like most on tatooine, only caring about how much credits lined his pockets. He must have felt bad for the young woman though and he at least gave her an outdated breathing apparatus before sending her on her way.
From then on she was alone, fending for herself, and close to starving most of the time, though she had eventually grown use to that feeling. She soon discovered a unique ability was manifesting itself now that she had to fend for herself. One day while eyeing a food vendor across the street, her dreams suddenly seemed to be coming true as a small scrape of food started floating it way over towards her. She was amazed, and decided to try it again later. She practiced the technique over and over, though her mastery over it was slow and most of the objects never made it to where she intended them to be, even with extreme concentration. The breathing apparatus that was given to her coming close to breaking down on multiple occasions, forcing her to learn how to repair it to keep her alive. She made her home in a small run down shed looking building next to the local cantina, where she still remains.
KILLS:
None
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
Last edited by a moderator:
