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“Devil-dog?” He addressed apprehensively.
The human looked up with her Siamese-twin Iris’ gleaming in the night air. She had two of them, joined at the pupil in each eye.
“You want to play follow the leader?” She asked with a tone of professionalism.
He’d come to the right person.
“Ok, so let me lay down some rules.” said the girl, uncrossing her arms and approaching the much larger man with red markings.
“You have to stay in the same room with me at all times.” The child explained.
“The same room. Not bed. I’m not falling for that again.” She added, circling the Kiffar like a small predator.
He nodded and began to walk at her side through the neon lit streets.
“As long as you’re with me they can’t sense you- I’m like a cloaking device- you’re a gap in the force just like me as long as we’re together but if you wonder off too far you’re right back on the radar!” Devil-dog warned.
“If they find us- whoever is hunting you, jedi or whatever it might be- if they find us on their own I have to warn you that I’m just as prone to their magic as anyone.” She said as they rounded a corner past a club geared towards adults.
“just because they can’t sense me doesn’t mean I’m immune to their other powers- I can’t block those out. So keep that in mind. All I do is keep you hidden from their senses- not their attacks or whatever other powers they throw at us.”
-Sillowe as a child describing her powers to a patron.
NAME: Sillowe Devil-dog
FACTION: Sovereign Guard
RANK: Private
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
GENDER: female
HEIGHT: 5‘ 7”
WEIGHT: 120
EYES: A notable attribute, Each of her eyes has two Iris’ within it. A pale blue, cracked like shattered glass.
HAIR: Jet Black past her shoulders and worn in a high pony tail
SKIN: Pale
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A mutation giving her double iris’ eyes.
DOMINATE HAND: Right.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Passive
STRENGTH: Average
DEXTERITY: Quick and flexible but strikes all depend on precise placement rather then physical power.
CONSTITUTION: Her lungs have grown used to the polluted air of her home land (Nar Shadda) and so clean oxygen is a luxury she does not enjoy. (Takes her awhile to adjust-sometimes made ill).
INTELLIGENCE: Street smart but lacking formal education.
WISDOM: untrusting and suspicious of stranger’s motivations when treated with kindness. She is quick to judge and has an unconventional view on justice- often taking it to the extreme.
CHARISMA: pessimist with a heart of gold. Though used to con-jobs (her profession as a child) she never accepted the guilt that came with the title and often grew attached to those she fooled and used. She has a hard time relating to people in a socially acceptable manner and says very little unless a subject of mutual intrigue is found in which case she tends to dramatically ramble. She ignores those who approach her in an overly friendly or casual way.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS: Sillowe cannot be detected by force users- her presence is masked as if the force flows around her- rather then through. Though she can’t hinder Force user’s abilities or powers those physically close to her body are concealed as well.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Resourceful and quick thinking she is incredibly precise in her movements but lacks the physical power of say...a man. Her ranged combat is not as impressive as her melee which can be fierce and relentless. When shooting a gun she often takes care to aim which can be time consuming. Her armor can act as great camo but can also create a glare from the sun because of its mirror like shine.
GEAR:
-Slug rifle
-Large serrated Vibro knife (13 inches)
-Cord that can be pulled from her gauntlet and rapidly reeled in by a push of a button on its wrist.
-Polarized/ mirrored shades to hide her eyes.
-Chrome armor at a mirrored shine she constantly wears. It can allow her to survive in open space for a short time and offers protection from most blasters- It is not however; durable enough to completely deter the strike of a light saber-namely at the neck and joints (elbows).
SHIP: none
PETS:
Dislikes animals...as they dislike her.
PERSONALITY: Quiet and hardly reasonable, Sillowe is a woman of intense character. With acute paranoia and a refusal to dismiss her instincts, her conviction edges on lunacy. She has an unyielding willingness to harm others but is unexpectedly intellectual. She forms opinions as quickly as she meets people and disregards her contradictory life-code with her despising of those of wicked deeds and malicious natures. Above all justice forms her single minded philosophy. Her values are strictly black and white which makes for awkwardness when interacting socially.
HISTORY:
Childhood:
Old man Watusa always kept to himself. He was hermit and a grouch. So you can imagine everyone’s surprise when the aging Devaronian. took a young ward. Sillowe lived without a name until she was nearly five, garnering the ex freighter captain’s attention when on Tatooine. Her tough nature and determination to survive earned her the nick name “Devil-Dog” and she came to its call whenever her father beckoned.
The two relied on one another to survive and Watusa used the girl’s presence to his advantage, acting as a conman and sending her out to beg with various back stories and scenarios. They made a home on Nar Shadda shortly after the girl’s “abilities” were discovered by a force using associate who couldn’t feel the girl’s presence when she was in plain sight.
When Watusa grew too weak to join Sillowe on their “outings” She took to earning money herself, Lending her cloaking capabilities to outlaws fleeing force user’s detection. So long as they stayed at her side their presence was hidden. It was on one of these journeys with a client she discovered her distaste of the laws that created the very people she served. She grew bitter as the company she shared became increasingly shady.
Youth:
As Sillowe grew to adolescents her ability to be controlled waned, she became rebellious for the sake of it and even more prone to childish bouts when her way wasn’t taken. Though her father dismissed her nature to her age he became concerned as her distaste for corruption edged on obsession. She began to preach about the villainy of officials and the poison they fed their people through their empty promises and the cover ups that concealed their true colors. Though she gained no following she continued to seek out those of a like mind. On the rare times she did gain alleys they were driven off by the extremity of her (proposed) methods. She abandoned her practice selling her abilities to those who needed to be shielded from the force and instead lent them to those who sought to extinguish the wildfire of crime on Nar Shadda. The task proved far too big….
The Vigilante:
Sillowe’s outspokenness was short lived after she joined a small resistance group in Hutt space. Doing little but attempting to break up small cartel’s she craved more. Feeling the groups efforts were fruitless and had little impact she continued working on her own long after they disbanded. After many unsuccessful attempts to gain government attention (lacking the funds and man power to make a large impact) Sillowe turned to Coruscant where she found the council system more favorable and fair. Taking an apprenticeship under a talkative but experienced mercenary (A human man called “Jem”) She spent four years improving her fighting skills and a accompanying him on his exploits. Jem thrived off of her cloaking ability and she off of his combat skills. When the two parted ways she was 24 years old. She was given a set of chrome armor and a rifle as a gift and token of good luck as she embarked on a next period in her life- one of a renewed cause and thirst to help aid the common people -unsuspecting victims of the government's tyranny.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A.
ROLE-PLAYS:
The human looked up with her Siamese-twin Iris’ gleaming in the night air. She had two of them, joined at the pupil in each eye.
“You want to play follow the leader?” She asked with a tone of professionalism.
He’d come to the right person.
“Ok, so let me lay down some rules.” said the girl, uncrossing her arms and approaching the much larger man with red markings.
“You have to stay in the same room with me at all times.” The child explained.
“The same room. Not bed. I’m not falling for that again.” She added, circling the Kiffar like a small predator.
He nodded and began to walk at her side through the neon lit streets.
“As long as you’re with me they can’t sense you- I’m like a cloaking device- you’re a gap in the force just like me as long as we’re together but if you wonder off too far you’re right back on the radar!” Devil-dog warned.
“If they find us- whoever is hunting you, jedi or whatever it might be- if they find us on their own I have to warn you that I’m just as prone to their magic as anyone.” She said as they rounded a corner past a club geared towards adults.
“just because they can’t sense me doesn’t mean I’m immune to their other powers- I can’t block those out. So keep that in mind. All I do is keep you hidden from their senses- not their attacks or whatever other powers they throw at us.”
-Sillowe as a child describing her powers to a patron.
NAME: Sillowe Devil-dog
FACTION: Sovereign Guard
RANK: Private
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
GENDER: female
HEIGHT: 5‘ 7”
WEIGHT: 120
EYES: A notable attribute, Each of her eyes has two Iris’ within it. A pale blue, cracked like shattered glass.
HAIR: Jet Black past her shoulders and worn in a high pony tail
SKIN: Pale
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A mutation giving her double iris’ eyes.
DOMINATE HAND: Right.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Passive
STRENGTH: Average
DEXTERITY: Quick and flexible but strikes all depend on precise placement rather then physical power.
CONSTITUTION: Her lungs have grown used to the polluted air of her home land (Nar Shadda) and so clean oxygen is a luxury she does not enjoy. (Takes her awhile to adjust-sometimes made ill).
INTELLIGENCE: Street smart but lacking formal education.
WISDOM: untrusting and suspicious of stranger’s motivations when treated with kindness. She is quick to judge and has an unconventional view on justice- often taking it to the extreme.
CHARISMA: pessimist with a heart of gold. Though used to con-jobs (her profession as a child) she never accepted the guilt that came with the title and often grew attached to those she fooled and used. She has a hard time relating to people in a socially acceptable manner and says very little unless a subject of mutual intrigue is found in which case she tends to dramatically ramble. She ignores those who approach her in an overly friendly or casual way.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS: Sillowe cannot be detected by force users- her presence is masked as if the force flows around her- rather then through. Though she can’t hinder Force user’s abilities or powers those physically close to her body are concealed as well.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Resourceful and quick thinking she is incredibly precise in her movements but lacks the physical power of say...a man. Her ranged combat is not as impressive as her melee which can be fierce and relentless. When shooting a gun she often takes care to aim which can be time consuming. Her armor can act as great camo but can also create a glare from the sun because of its mirror like shine.
GEAR:
-Slug rifle
-Large serrated Vibro knife (13 inches)
-Cord that can be pulled from her gauntlet and rapidly reeled in by a push of a button on its wrist.
-Polarized/ mirrored shades to hide her eyes.
-Chrome armor at a mirrored shine she constantly wears. It can allow her to survive in open space for a short time and offers protection from most blasters- It is not however; durable enough to completely deter the strike of a light saber-namely at the neck and joints (elbows).
SHIP: none
PETS:
Dislikes animals...as they dislike her.
PERSONALITY: Quiet and hardly reasonable, Sillowe is a woman of intense character. With acute paranoia and a refusal to dismiss her instincts, her conviction edges on lunacy. She has an unyielding willingness to harm others but is unexpectedly intellectual. She forms opinions as quickly as she meets people and disregards her contradictory life-code with her despising of those of wicked deeds and malicious natures. Above all justice forms her single minded philosophy. Her values are strictly black and white which makes for awkwardness when interacting socially.
HISTORY:
Childhood:
Old man Watusa always kept to himself. He was hermit and a grouch. So you can imagine everyone’s surprise when the aging Devaronian. took a young ward. Sillowe lived without a name until she was nearly five, garnering the ex freighter captain’s attention when on Tatooine. Her tough nature and determination to survive earned her the nick name “Devil-Dog” and she came to its call whenever her father beckoned.
The two relied on one another to survive and Watusa used the girl’s presence to his advantage, acting as a conman and sending her out to beg with various back stories and scenarios. They made a home on Nar Shadda shortly after the girl’s “abilities” were discovered by a force using associate who couldn’t feel the girl’s presence when she was in plain sight.
When Watusa grew too weak to join Sillowe on their “outings” She took to earning money herself, Lending her cloaking capabilities to outlaws fleeing force user’s detection. So long as they stayed at her side their presence was hidden. It was on one of these journeys with a client she discovered her distaste of the laws that created the very people she served. She grew bitter as the company she shared became increasingly shady.
Youth:
As Sillowe grew to adolescents her ability to be controlled waned, she became rebellious for the sake of it and even more prone to childish bouts when her way wasn’t taken. Though her father dismissed her nature to her age he became concerned as her distaste for corruption edged on obsession. She began to preach about the villainy of officials and the poison they fed their people through their empty promises and the cover ups that concealed their true colors. Though she gained no following she continued to seek out those of a like mind. On the rare times she did gain alleys they were driven off by the extremity of her (proposed) methods. She abandoned her practice selling her abilities to those who needed to be shielded from the force and instead lent them to those who sought to extinguish the wildfire of crime on Nar Shadda. The task proved far too big….
The Vigilante:
Sillowe’s outspokenness was short lived after she joined a small resistance group in Hutt space. Doing little but attempting to break up small cartel’s she craved more. Feeling the groups efforts were fruitless and had little impact she continued working on her own long after they disbanded. After many unsuccessful attempts to gain government attention (lacking the funds and man power to make a large impact) Sillowe turned to Coruscant where she found the council system more favorable and fair. Taking an apprenticeship under a talkative but experienced mercenary (A human man called “Jem”) She spent four years improving her fighting skills and a accompanying him on his exploits. Jem thrived off of her cloaking ability and she off of his combat skills. When the two parted ways she was 24 years old. She was given a set of chrome armor and a rifle as a gift and token of good luck as she embarked on a next period in her life- one of a renewed cause and thirst to help aid the common people -unsuspecting victims of the government's tyranny.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A.
ROLE-PLAYS:
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