Five Syndicates Perla the Hutt

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Perla the Hutt

TITLES/MONIKERS
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-Captain of the Sable Chariot
-Golden Queen
-Silver Lady
-Mistress of Coin
-Binder of Chains
-Princess That Was Promised

AGE
► Old enough
SPECIES
► HUTT
HEIGHT
► Large
WEIGHT
► Heavy
EYE COLOR
► Pretty
HAIR COLOR
► LOL
BIRTHPLACE
► Sable Chariot
GENDER
► Female
FACTION
► Five Syndicates
ORGANIZATION
► Hutt Cartel
RANK
► Scoundrel
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No
STATUS
► Alive

B I O G R A P H Y

"Bid the kings come bow to their queen."​

Perla was born— Shut the kark up and let me speak.
Firstly, no one gives a mynock's nut where I was born, not even me, and secondly I don't even know where I was born, but remember that first part? You got it.

It's where I live that matters. I live in the Sable Chariot, a casino barge floating over here and over there like a floater in a Wookiee's toilet. Yeah you keep trying to figure out what that means but it don't mean diddly. This ship sucked, I took it over, it's mine now. I'm the queen. I'm the bitch above. I'm it. I'm her. That's me. Keep reading.

Before the Chariot held my fat ass (and it's fat, I won't deny it, even if others of my kind might) in its throne someone else was sitting on it. Not my ass but the throne, yeah. Who was it? OH YEAH it was that stoopa Anzat who thought I was his pet! Kept me in a tube then a tank. Cage then a carpet. But Perla ain't a monkey-lizard, damn it! Anzat called me a bitch! Who's the bitch now!?

What'd I do? What's any Hutt do to her enemies? Here's my fist. It's small but who cares I still cradled his eyeballs in it. Scooped 'em out with a spoon. Should've seen it! Left the fool to drip dry in my bathroom. It's a cliche, they say, but then again "they" are his goons swimming in the compactor. But, shh-shh, they can't breathe in sewer water so...yeah...

Anyway, here I am, here is me, Perla the Hutt. No, I don't have a clan name. Only the insecure need two. I am one. I am me. This is my ship, the Sable Chariot, and now that I have it, this casino between the stars, I'ma milk it green like it was a thala-siren. Then I'm gonna expand like any Hutt would, could and should.

Huh? What? HEY!? Oh. Yeah, I know about him. Yeah, I've heard of Nor'baal Desilijic. No, he hasn't heard of me. He will.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

“I birthed an infant. GAVE IT BIRTH! Any Hutt can, they say, but every other Hutt is a bitch. So am I, but the biggest and baddest. Right now? NO! Coming soon? Keep watching.”
​

I'm a Hutt. But a better one than you are.

E Q U I P M E N T

-> Hutt Battle Armor
-> K-16 Bryar Pistol
-> RT-97C Heavy Blaster Rifle
-> Vibro-bardiche
-> Neuronic Whip
-> Electro-shock Prod
-> Sable Chariot [Minstrel-class Space Yacht]
-> Palanquin [Iota-class Attack Shuttle] (Docked within the Sable Chariot]
-> Pug [Bull rancor]

T H R E A D S

1. Black is the Business [ABANDONED]
2. The Hutt Council [ABANDONED]
3. Rancorous Deals [ABANDONED]
4. Hear Us Roar [COMPLETED]
5. Binder of Chains
6. HoloNet News EMPEROR DEAD: Imperial Moffs Council Assumes Control [COMPLETED]
7. Rolling The Wheel [ABANDONED]

That's mah boo, Nunion. Come near him? You already got passed me somehow. Ain't happenin'.​