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Nuria & Avellas - Partners in Crime
Name: Nuria Reth’Verinal
Faction: No current affiliation. Ex-Jedi
Rank: Independent
Species: Miraluka
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 68kg
Eyes: White
Hair: Black
Skin: Grey-ish tinge
Credits: Whatever she gets her hands on
Distinguishing Marks: Facial and Chest tattoos. unlike most Miraluka, she never wears anything to cover her unusual eyes, which tends to unnerve people.
Dominate Hand: Right
Force Sensitive: As a Miralukan she has a natural affinity with the Force
Strength: High
Dexterity: Average
Constitution: Above Average
Intelligence: Average
Wisdom: Average
Charisma: Below Average
Force Powers:
Life Sense
Inflict Pain
Rage
Blackness
Skills:
Nuria is a highly skilled fighter. She has trained in several forms of hand to hand combat and is also a master of the long blade. She prefers brute strength over more subtle forms of combat and often goes into a Force Rage when in a prolonged or heated battle.
Lightsaber Forms:
Nuria has basic training in the handling of a Lightsaber and has leaned two techniques. She has not yet constructed her own Lightsaber though so is using a long sword to practice the forms that she knows.
Gear:
Basic equipment. A collection of long swords, vibroblades and other similar bladed weapons. Two pistols. Studded combat gloves. Personalised armour (lightweight leather that allows her to use the combat training she received as a Jedi but gives her a small amount of protection.) Other misc items.
Pets:
Her partner in crime could be considered her pet...
Personality:
Nuria does not make friends easily. She is one of the most abrasive people you could ever meet. She will intentionally strive to irritate you. Though most people think she does this because she has an overinflated ego or sense of superiority they are wrong. She does this because she gains much amusement in seeing the suffering and frustration of others.
History:
Nuria was born on a Republic colony. Her parents treated her as well as they could, but as they were the only members of their race on the colony they were virtually ostracised and made to live as outcasts. The other members of the colony saw them as unnatural and a danger to the community because of their connection to the Force. It wasn’t long before a Jedi Knight ended up passing through the colony. He saw the plight of the Miralukans and offered to take them to Coruscant where the parents could serve in the Jedi Temple as librarians or some other functionary position. He also offered to make sure their daughter, only two years old, would be examined and hopefully accepted into the Order to be trained as a Jedi.
Once they reached the Temple Nuria’s family was accepted with open arms. The Jedi Masters praising the young Knight for bringing such people to the Temple to serve. Nuria was accepted into the Order with no tests as the Masters knew that because she was Miralukan she would have a natural affinity with the Force.
Her training began as soon as she could walk and talk. The games she played as a toddler would build her skills for the training she would receive as a pre-teen. For Nuria, training was all but easy. She found frustration in the way they tried to teach her how to use the Force and how to manipulate it to bend to her will. She reasoned that this was because the people teaching her had no idea how she viewed the Force as a living entity. Her frustration soon began to show when she began her practical training. Often she would erupt in fits of anger and argue with her teachers. Her teachers persevered and tried to placate her emotion by reassuring her that they knew what she was feeling. This only fuelled Nuria’s frustration more as every skill or power they tried to teach her would somehow become corrupt. Instead of healing people she would end up inflicting more injury on them. Instead of calming her emotions she would go into a rage of anger. Instead of creating light she would create blackness and shadow. Eventually the Jedi Council called for Nuria and gave her a choice, stop her training and take a mundane position within the Order, or leave the Order so that her dark influence would not corrupt the other students. Nuria chose to leave.
Two years after leaving the Jedi Order, Nuria was befriended by a large human man who saw potential in her as a mercenary much like himself. This man’s name was Avellas Vintahl. It is unclear as to why Nuria puts up with his constant presence as she has pushed away most everyone that has tried to befriend her since she left the Jedi Order. But if anyone were to observe the two they would think that they had been close friends for most of their lives. Avellas always baits Nuria and often teases her to the extreme. Though Nuria puts up with this there have been times when she has unleashed her anger upon him, one such time resulted in his now constant choked voice when she pinned him to a bulkhead for several minutes while they argued over how to dispose of a corpse.
In the past five years that they have been together they have made a name for themselves as smugglers, hit men, muscle for hire and many more ethically undesirable professions.
Name: Avellas Vintahl
Faction: No current affiliation
Rank: Independent
Species: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 98kg
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blond
Skin: Caucasian
Credits: Whatever he gets her hands on.
Distinguishing Marks: None, though when he speaks he sounds as though someone is choking him.
Dominate Hand: Right
Force Sensitive: *shrug*
Strength: Above Average
Dexterity: Below Average
Constitution: High
Intelligence: Average
Wisdom: Average
Charisma: Above Average
Force Powers:
None
Skills:
Avellas can do just about anything you’d want a smuggler/merc to do. He’s good at a lot of stuff but he’s more a jack of all trades and master of none. He is a rather good shot with a projectile weapon, but that’s all he excels at in life. He can pilot, but usually leaves that up to Nuria. The simpler something is to do for him, the better.
Lightsaber Forms:
None
Gear:
Basic equipment. Multiple makes and types of slugthrower weapons. Reinforced leather armour along with a coat that is lined with an energy dispersing matrix. Other misc items.
Pets:
His partner in crime could be considered his pet...
Personality:
Avellas is a happy go lucky kind of guy. He likes to play games with people’s heads, most notably with Nuria. Most people find him easy to talk to but as soon as they ask too many question he locks up and ignores people.
History:
Avellas grew up floating from home to home in the core worlds. His parents were smugglers and he has known nothing else since childhood. During his teen years his parents were killed by a bounty hunter for an unknown reason. Avellas still strives to find out who killed them and why. Since their death he has taken over the family business and their ship The Dessel. He regularly runs shipments for the Alsakans and anyone who opposes the Republic.
Five years ago he befriended an ex-Jedi woman called Nuria Reth’Verinal. He saw potential in her as a mercenary much like himself. It is unclear as to why he has latched on to Nuria, but if anyone were to observe the two they would think that they had been close friends for most of their lives. Avellas always baits Nuria and often teases her to the extreme. Though Nuria puts up with this there have been times when she has unleashed her anger upon him, one such time resulted in his now constant choked voice when she pinned him to a bulkhead for several minutes while they argued over how to dispose of a corpse.
In the past five years that they have been together they have made a name for themselves as smugglers, hit men, muscle for hire and many more ethically undesirable professions.
Ships:
The Dessel: Minimum Crew = 2 / Max Crew = 10. Cargo = capacity for two man fighter in main hold which can be opened after depressurisation to allow fighter to launch. Light speed capable.
The Ripper: Minimum Crew = 1 / Max Crew = 2. Designed for short range travel, atmospheric entry and dog fighting.
Name: Nuria Reth’Verinal
Faction: No current affiliation. Ex-Jedi
Rank: Independent
Species: Miraluka
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 68kg
Eyes: White
Hair: Black
Skin: Grey-ish tinge
Credits: Whatever she gets her hands on
Distinguishing Marks: Facial and Chest tattoos. unlike most Miraluka, she never wears anything to cover her unusual eyes, which tends to unnerve people.
Dominate Hand: Right
Force Sensitive: As a Miralukan she has a natural affinity with the Force
Strength: High
Dexterity: Average
Constitution: Above Average
Intelligence: Average
Wisdom: Average
Charisma: Below Average
Force Powers:
Life Sense
Inflict Pain
Rage
Blackness
Skills:
Nuria is a highly skilled fighter. She has trained in several forms of hand to hand combat and is also a master of the long blade. She prefers brute strength over more subtle forms of combat and often goes into a Force Rage when in a prolonged or heated battle.
Lightsaber Forms:
Nuria has basic training in the handling of a Lightsaber and has leaned two techniques. She has not yet constructed her own Lightsaber though so is using a long sword to practice the forms that she knows.
Gear:
Basic equipment. A collection of long swords, vibroblades and other similar bladed weapons. Two pistols. Studded combat gloves. Personalised armour (lightweight leather that allows her to use the combat training she received as a Jedi but gives her a small amount of protection.) Other misc items.
Pets:
Her partner in crime could be considered her pet...
Personality:
Nuria does not make friends easily. She is one of the most abrasive people you could ever meet. She will intentionally strive to irritate you. Though most people think she does this because she has an overinflated ego or sense of superiority they are wrong. She does this because she gains much amusement in seeing the suffering and frustration of others.
History:
Nuria was born on a Republic colony. Her parents treated her as well as they could, but as they were the only members of their race on the colony they were virtually ostracised and made to live as outcasts. The other members of the colony saw them as unnatural and a danger to the community because of their connection to the Force. It wasn’t long before a Jedi Knight ended up passing through the colony. He saw the plight of the Miralukans and offered to take them to Coruscant where the parents could serve in the Jedi Temple as librarians or some other functionary position. He also offered to make sure their daughter, only two years old, would be examined and hopefully accepted into the Order to be trained as a Jedi.
Once they reached the Temple Nuria’s family was accepted with open arms. The Jedi Masters praising the young Knight for bringing such people to the Temple to serve. Nuria was accepted into the Order with no tests as the Masters knew that because she was Miralukan she would have a natural affinity with the Force.
Her training began as soon as she could walk and talk. The games she played as a toddler would build her skills for the training she would receive as a pre-teen. For Nuria, training was all but easy. She found frustration in the way they tried to teach her how to use the Force and how to manipulate it to bend to her will. She reasoned that this was because the people teaching her had no idea how she viewed the Force as a living entity. Her frustration soon began to show when she began her practical training. Often she would erupt in fits of anger and argue with her teachers. Her teachers persevered and tried to placate her emotion by reassuring her that they knew what she was feeling. This only fuelled Nuria’s frustration more as every skill or power they tried to teach her would somehow become corrupt. Instead of healing people she would end up inflicting more injury on them. Instead of calming her emotions she would go into a rage of anger. Instead of creating light she would create blackness and shadow. Eventually the Jedi Council called for Nuria and gave her a choice, stop her training and take a mundane position within the Order, or leave the Order so that her dark influence would not corrupt the other students. Nuria chose to leave.
Two years after leaving the Jedi Order, Nuria was befriended by a large human man who saw potential in her as a mercenary much like himself. This man’s name was Avellas Vintahl. It is unclear as to why Nuria puts up with his constant presence as she has pushed away most everyone that has tried to befriend her since she left the Jedi Order. But if anyone were to observe the two they would think that they had been close friends for most of their lives. Avellas always baits Nuria and often teases her to the extreme. Though Nuria puts up with this there have been times when she has unleashed her anger upon him, one such time resulted in his now constant choked voice when she pinned him to a bulkhead for several minutes while they argued over how to dispose of a corpse.
In the past five years that they have been together they have made a name for themselves as smugglers, hit men, muscle for hire and many more ethically undesirable professions.
Name: Avellas Vintahl
Faction: No current affiliation
Rank: Independent
Species: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 98kg
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blond
Skin: Caucasian
Credits: Whatever he gets her hands on.
Distinguishing Marks: None, though when he speaks he sounds as though someone is choking him.
Dominate Hand: Right
Force Sensitive: *shrug*
Strength: Above Average
Dexterity: Below Average
Constitution: High
Intelligence: Average
Wisdom: Average
Charisma: Above Average
Force Powers:
None
Skills:
Avellas can do just about anything you’d want a smuggler/merc to do. He’s good at a lot of stuff but he’s more a jack of all trades and master of none. He is a rather good shot with a projectile weapon, but that’s all he excels at in life. He can pilot, but usually leaves that up to Nuria. The simpler something is to do for him, the better.
Lightsaber Forms:
None
Gear:
Basic equipment. Multiple makes and types of slugthrower weapons. Reinforced leather armour along with a coat that is lined with an energy dispersing matrix. Other misc items.
Pets:
His partner in crime could be considered his pet...
Personality:
Avellas is a happy go lucky kind of guy. He likes to play games with people’s heads, most notably with Nuria. Most people find him easy to talk to but as soon as they ask too many question he locks up and ignores people.
History:
Avellas grew up floating from home to home in the core worlds. His parents were smugglers and he has known nothing else since childhood. During his teen years his parents were killed by a bounty hunter for an unknown reason. Avellas still strives to find out who killed them and why. Since their death he has taken over the family business and their ship The Dessel. He regularly runs shipments for the Alsakans and anyone who opposes the Republic.
Five years ago he befriended an ex-Jedi woman called Nuria Reth’Verinal. He saw potential in her as a mercenary much like himself. It is unclear as to why he has latched on to Nuria, but if anyone were to observe the two they would think that they had been close friends for most of their lives. Avellas always baits Nuria and often teases her to the extreme. Though Nuria puts up with this there have been times when she has unleashed her anger upon him, one such time resulted in his now constant choked voice when she pinned him to a bulkhead for several minutes while they argued over how to dispose of a corpse.
In the past five years that they have been together they have made a name for themselves as smugglers, hit men, muscle for hire and many more ethically undesirable professions.
Ships:
The Dessel: Minimum Crew = 2 / Max Crew = 10. Cargo = capacity for two man fighter in main hold which can be opened after depressurisation to allow fighter to launch. Light speed capable.
The Ripper: Minimum Crew = 1 / Max Crew = 2. Designed for short range travel, atmospheric entry and dog fighting.
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