Independent Lissa Blackhand

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The Blackhand

NAME
Lissa Javik
TITLE
Lissa Blackhand
AGE

23
SPECIES
Human
HEIGHT
5ft 4in
BUILD
Athletic
EYE COLOR
Emerald Green
HAIR COLOR
Purple and Red
HOMEWORLD
Nar Shadda
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Independant
RANK
N/A
FORCE SENSITIVITY
Yes, unawakened



Life is a neverending path, you'll never know what comes next, but as long as you stick by your creed, you won't always be looking back. Don't let anyone tell you what to do, your life is yours, and you live by your own code, rest of the Galaxy be damned.


B I O G R A P H Y



  • Lissa was born and raised in the slums of Nar Shadda, one of many children in a family headed by Jacen and Leanna Javik, enforcers for one of the world's many mid-tier criminals. Despite their background, the pair would often encourage their children to find more honest work and vehemently refused to let them get anywhere near the criminal element - not an easy job on one of the most corrupt and important planets in Syndicate Space. This was, of course, assuming the pair were even around, as their line of work often meant they didn't have much free time.

    Lissa didn't really understand why they weren't around very often, thinking that they were distancing themselves because they were criminals, so she tried to follow their guidance in the hope she would make them proud. She was raised more by the streets than by them as a result, often spending days holed up in her room reading stories or technical manuals or trying to hold down any number of 'honest' jobs she could find for her young age. She didn't spend much time with her parents or her siblings, who all left the planet as soon as they could or ended up dead in gang fights. She got involved in her fair share of fights too, it was almost unavoidable given where she lived, she was just lucky enough to survive most of the time with some cuts and bruises, maybe the occasional blaster burn.

    When she was 14, she managed to pin down a job on the docks, working with the engineers that kept the ships ready for takeoff at short notice. At that point, she was the only one of her siblings still alive and on Nar Shadda. She worked the job for a year before receiving word - her mother had been killed in an explosion meant for someone she was escorting, a bomb planted on a speeder. Lissa's father had been on the job too, but he survived, albeit without an arm and leg. It took everything he earned just to keep a roof over his head, he couldn't afford cybernetics to replace the limbs, so he was now useless to his employers and tossed aside. As horrible as it was, Lissa couldn't help but find a little comfort in the fact that she might finally have something resembling a relationship with her dad, even if he didn't necessarily want one, he needed support and was no longer a criminal after all.

    She worked the docks for 5 years, keeping her father and herself barely above water with what she earned, plus a little extra from 'tippers'. She remembered these years fondly; it was when she trained to become a proper engineer instead of a self-taught tinkerer with gaps in her knowledge the size of Alderaan, it was when she actually started learning how to pilot the ships she repaired instead of just fantasizing from afar about being the next Han Solo. More than anything though, she finally had a chance to build a relationship with her dad, despite his protests that she should leave the planet already. She cared for him, spent time with him, bought him new plants for his terrarium and new, um, 'entertainment' for his private time. She practically had to kick the kark out of him before he finally started talking to her, but he would soon admit that it was the first time he felt anything close to happy since her mother died. She also found out why they were so distant, a reason which then prompted her to relentlessly attack him with a slipper until he begged for mercy.

    Lissa was 20 when AMS began to rear it's head in her little corner of Nar Shadda. It had been ravaging the Galaxy for years but her family had largely managed to go without infection so far. She got in contact with her siblings and, thankfully, one of them was able to get two doses of the vaccine to her. It was ironic then, that the act of safeguarding herself and her father may have opened him up to something worse, or at least, that was how she saw it. She was no virologist, she had no idea how vaccines worked, all she knew was that a month after vaccinating herself and her father, he collapsed during breakfast. Cancer, so simple compared to AMS and yet just as deadly. She blamed herself for his contracting it, thinking the vaccine weakened his immune system enough for it to take root.

    She needed to start paying for treatments in the vain hope that she could save him. In a moment of supreme foolishness and desperation, she started taking odd jobs to earn extra credits. Extortion, assault, sabotage, theft, she dove headfirst into the criminal underbelly to try and make enough credits to keep him alive, hoping he would go into remission. She knew how to use her fists and a blaster, of course, but her time as a mercenary saw those skills repeatedly tested against stronger opponents, with only her instincts and a healthy dose of luck helping her win out. She took contracts until her body gave out from exhaustion, and somehow managed to eek out a living in addition to paying for cancer treatments for Jacen.

    It would appear that the Force did not appreciate her dogged determination though. Despite getting her wish, her father going into remission, they had little time to breathe easy. Despite the vaccine, Jacen contracted AMS after an infected attacked their home and bit him. She amputated the arm, but by then it was too late. His days were numbered, but Lissa refused to accept defeat and took on a job of unprecedented scale compared to her previous work, a suicide mission for someone as inexperienced as her. Somehow, someway, she did it, she survived and managed to collected enough credits to bring the two of them to Republic Space, maybe they had developed a cure they didn't know about?

    It was just a shame then, that she was injured during the job, an explosion ironically, just like her mother. She dragged herself to a medical facility, right arm little more than red pulp, before slipping into a coma. She spent a few months soaking in a bacta tank, her job payout keeping her from just being turned into fertilizer. When she woke up, she rushed to her home as soon as she could, but it was too late. All she found was her home, her father, a message...a dusty home, an undead father, and a weeks old message. He couldn't put himself out of his misery, no arms left to do the deed, so he asked her to do her dad one last favor. She killed him with his own blaster and walked out of the house, never laying eyes on it again.

    Now she was alone, with little more than the clothes on her back and a surplus of credits. In her Father's last message, he had implored her to finally leave Nar Shadda and chase her own dreams instead of looking after old corpses. She had herself outfitted with a prosthetic arm of black durasteel and bought a ship with the pay, leaving the planet seemingly for good. It was her dad's last wish after all, it was time to chase her own dreams...whatever the hell they were.




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  • Lissa is a talented combatant, agile and quick to compensate for her lack of strength compared to others. While she is well-versed in hand-to-hand combat and other forms of battle and weaponry, she prefers a tried and tested blaster in her hand, her instincts serving her well at close and long range fighting.

    Outside of combat, Lissa is a decent engineer and pilot, having developed a slow and pedantic, but thorough approach to ship maintenance. Her lack of formal training is made up for with an enthusiastic need to fix things, she'll happily examine every inch of an item before taking it apart and seeing if she can figure out what's wrong with it before reassembling it. The only thing she hesitates to tinker with is droids, given her belief that they are just as intelligent and worthy of respect and life as she is.



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