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NAME: Mjou (Me-oo) Frisk A.K.A. Frisk
FACTION: New Jedi Order
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 14 years
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5’1”
WEIGHT: 95lbs
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Platinum blond
SKIN: Fair
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Vertical scar starting from her chin, ascending upwards to the left side of the mouth. Splitting both the upper and lower lip superficially.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: 4/10 Petite in all forms of the word, Frisk’s strength is meager and she can easily be overwhelmed by most anyone. She is hardly a physical threat and struggles with heavy lifting, and many other tasks that require any kind of physical prowess.
DEXTERITY: 7/10 The only thing that Frisk can rely on is her speed and evasiveness. Her small body is light and allows her to outpace and dodge most obstacles (or people) that come her way. Years of fleeing from bigger opponents has given her a slight, flexible and athletic body.
CONSTITUTION: 5/10 Malnourished but not as unhealthy as a street urchin might be, she is all in all in good health but is skinny for her age. She is prone to hypoglycemia, but only due to her lack of a consistent diet. Years of running and getting into scraps have rendered Frisk an athletic youth, she can run for miles and does not tire quickly.
INTELLIGENCE: 5/10 While not wholly stupid, she is uneducated and lacks any cerebral development that one might gain from being taught in a regimented setting. Underdeveloped, fast problem solving can be a bit of an issue for Frisk when it comes to things that don’t directly pertain to her survival. She is mostly illiterate.
WISDOM: 3/10 What Frisk lacks in formal education she makes up for in her street smarts. She knows the right places to hide in any city, has a knowledge of the cartel connections and in general can talk a tough game to any thug or swindle a tourist. While she has a good mind for surviving, interpersonal and political wisdoms pass right over her head and she often times can grow vexed with others due to this lack of understanding.
CHARISMA: 4/10 While she has all the visual charm of a cute, wide-eyed girl; Frisk is bold and aggressive, which unfortunately renders her rather tactless. She is loud-mouthed and readily gives out insults and compliments alike. She’s not particularly good at diplomacy or influencing others but she doesn’t necessarily struggle to make friends.
FORCE POWERS:
Force-Sight: Enhances Frisk’s visual and spatial perception. While this ability is hardly developed to it’s farthest capabilities, it IS her most utilized; she has an uncanny ability to maneuver in the dark and often times can tell if she is alone in a room or not. The ability is usually reduced to a mere thirty foot radius around her, and is hard for her to maintain if there are too many outside distractions.
Force-Pull: A Telekinetic ability that allows the user to pull a material object towards the user. Frisk is by no means proficient with this technique and does not fully understand what occurs when she does it. Usually provoked by the heat of a moment, when it does happen Frisk chalks it up to her outstanding luck and tries not to think about it.
Comprehend Speech: An ability that allows the user to understand the spoken language of any sentient being they interact with. Once again, Frisk does not consider this a outstanding ability and merely believes she is exceptionally good at understanding the tones and body languages of other races. She is fairly proficient at this ability, and can generally comprehend anyone she’s speaking to.
SKILLS:
Crowd-Pickpocketing: Though the most risky form of pickpocketing, Frisk has mastered the art of swiping goods off of unsuspecting victims in a dense crowd. Utilizing her small size and speed, Frisk moves with the flow of the crowd; eeking out a target and snagging anything from jewelry to weapons to pawn.
Security Savvy: Frisk is familiar with most common forms of security and is rather resourceful at finding ways to get around them.
Haggling: As an experienced thief and pawn-artist, Frisk knows the fair market value of most generic goods.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Training-saber: Permanently placed on the low-energy setting, this saber can do little more than bruise or burn an opponent. The light is a faint, flickering green, the hilt is 24 centimeters long and resembles a standard lightsaber.
Form I: Shii-Cho (not proficient)
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths:
Fast and evasive
Brave but cautious
Street Smart
Shrewd Haggler
Weaknesses:
Petite
Physically weak
Uneducated and illiterate
Tactless
GEAR:
Old, antique Quick-6 that’s stuck on stun.
Stolen rucksack
R2 unit protoreceptor cap on a chain, strange designs are carved into the old metal.
Heavy, oversized flight jacket. Dirty, hole-filled tank top. Ratty shorts. Knee high, black boots. Fingerless, leather padded gloves.
SHIP:
N/A
DROIDS:
N/A
PETS:
N/A
PERSONALITY:
Young and brash, Mjou Frisk is a product of the hard life that bore her into the present. Independent, self-sufficient and aggressive; this street urchin is tough and makes a point to let everyone around her know she can’t be bullied or swindled.
Eager to make a cred, she’d sell the shoes off a bum if it got her a meal; but this is more due to her utter hatred of going hungry rather than any type of greed. While she isn’t greedy, she IS covetous of her belongings; which is a surprisingly small quantity for a professional thief.
She can be foul-tempered if slighted by someone, and holds that grudge until it is rectified by the offender; which usually involves supplication of some kind. Despite this she can be very generous and friendly, especially if given some form of food.
Due to her affinity and fixation on food, a psychological anomaly sometimes occurs when Frisk feels her food source is threatened; unusual aggression can manifest in the form of tantrums. These are infrequent and rare, and most times she comes off as a very confident and brave youth.
While she is in fact, quite brave she is also very stand-offish with strange people and places; if she is unfamiliar with it she will treat it with suspicion until it proves itself safe. When she is comfortable, she is bright and curious; eager to laugh and make others laugh as any child longing for acceptance is. Her inability to read is a source of some embarrassment for her, she has tried several times to learn but can’t seem to grasp the concepts. This is a sensitive topic for her and usually is the reason she starts fights.
BIOGRAPHY:
It is assumed that Mjou was conceived and born in space transit, as she was discovered amongst wires and loose parts in one of the lesser spaceports of Coronet City, on the planet of Corellia. A Gand dock worker by the name of G’myk Tyul, who felt for the small, squalling infant took her in.
It was a struggle for the two, G’myk was a humble; docile Gand who worked hard to feed and care for the infant, and often times left her to the care of his Cantina friends while he was on shift. This varying community of drunken caretakers made Mjou a confident, curious child who knew more about swiping someone’s purse than writing her own name.
Though the Gand himself never impressed upon the child the pressure he was under financially;Mjou knew that it was a burden for him to pay for both of them. She utilized her knowledge of pickpocketing to supplement their income with credits earned by pawning stolen goods. G’myk knew of this extracurricular profession and often times tried to convince Mjou to give it up, only to be met with tantrums that he was too passive to triumph over.
During her 12th year, tragedy struck as G’myk was fatally wounded on the job. Though G’myk requested the compensation his employers would pay go to Mjou, she was never officially adopted and not considered kin. The money was absorbed back into the Vendor company who employed G’myk and Mjou was tossed out on the street as soon as another tenant offered to pay the monthly rent.
Pained by the loss of her surrogate father, but capable enough to care for herself; Mjou continued pawing her stolen goods, and relying partially on the kindness of G’myk’s old friends. She survived on her own, taking gopher jobs when she could and stealing what she needed to pay for her day-to-day needs.
Living as a street urchin and thief for two years, Mjou managed to eek out a living well enough to survive; but this is all she did. Surviving was all she could hope to do, and she was good at it; though the stresses of the lifestyle often times brought out small glimpses of her untapped Force abilities.
Finally, Mjou worked up the funds and nerve to steal aboard a frigate heading down the Corellian Run. She remained undetected by the crew and was able to make it all the way to Tynna. Once there, she opted to leave the vessel for another; but not before sneaking into the city of Lutris.
Once there, she was found pickpocketing by Jedi Master Reland Gil and Padawan Jade Evoyn who confronted the thief and managed to convince her to hear them out. Revealing to her they were Jedi and that they suspected her to be force sensitive; the youth reluctant went with them to Naboo where she was brought into the New Jedi Order as a Padawan.
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
Voyage Down the Run : Complete
Lightsabers and the Force : Complete
The Desert Hermit : In Progress
Moonage Daydream : Complete
Enjoying the Countryside : In Progress
Second Chances : Complete
Be Our Guest : In Progress
Learning How Not to Be a Misfit :In Progress
Electric Work, What a Shock! : In Progress
Lightsabers and the Force : Complete
The Desert Hermit : In Progress
Moonage Daydream : Complete
Enjoying the Countryside : In Progress
Second Chances : Complete
Be Our Guest : In Progress
Learning How Not to Be a Misfit :In Progress
Electric Work, What a Shock! : In Progress
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