SKIPS' STUFF.

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AMILYN-MAE BELOVA


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N A M E :

Amilyn-Mae Belova

P R O N U N C I A T I O N :

AM-i-lin | MAY | BELL-oh-VAH

N I C K N A M E(S) :

Amil, Ami, Lyn, Mae.

S P E C I E S :

Human.

A G E :

18.

G E N D E R :

Female.

H E I G H T :

5'4"

W E I G H T :

65kg.

F O R C E S E N S I T I V I T Y :

Yes, but untrained and dormant (not known to her).

H O M E W O R L D :

Nar Shaddaa.

S E X U A L I T Y :

Pansexual.

F A C T I O N :

Independent.

O C C U P A T I O N :

Former freelance spice-runner, current dancer and student.

B A C K S T O R Y

Childhood :

Amilyn Belova is one of four children, her older sibling being Ilse, and younger siblings being Zofia and Lazar. She grew up in Nar Shaada and has little knowledge of the force and what it means to be a part of it.

The Belova family had once been wealthy people but now the name was known by no-one but themselves. Their ancestors were well-off and lived large which is a little different to the way the Belova’s live now… Amilyn spent majority of her childhood in poverty, her parents and older sister working towards better things so they wouldn’t have to scrape by. Her mother was a performer, a singer mostly, and only got called in on a casual basis. Her father was an herbalist, and an unemployed-teacher (who later gets employed before Zofia was born). The oldest sister, Ilse, lied to the family, though Amilyn knew the truth — her sister was a thief, a marauder, someone who did things that were questionable to their morals. It brought them fast and larger sums of money but it was dangerous. Eventually, Ilse begged Amilyn not to tell their parents, and so the younger sister kept her word. And by the time Amilyn’s youngest sister, Zofia, was born the family had enough money to afford to eat comfortably. With one wrong slip, they could easily fall back into the pit of barely making it or worse, if Ilse slipped up, they could all end up dead.

When the last sibling (a brother by the name of Lazar) in the Belova family was born, Ilse was in with the thieving business deep - had even gone as far as to introduce Amilyn to the narcotic or spice-running gig. Amilyn and her older sister often argue about this but ultimately both keep their mouths shut because they fear what would happen otherwise. And, with their mother constantly reminding them of what the Belova family once was and could be - the older children feel pressure to provide. Even the the Belova name belongs to their Father, their mother mourns more for their loss of wealth, mostly because it was a life she once had too. However, she married into the Belova family for love and would stay there with her family for the same reason.
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Teenage Years :

Freelancing as a spice-runner didn’t last long for Amilyn. It wasn’t the life for her and she had spent part of the two years in the business peddling in Millaflower to soothe her mind. Though it didn’t end up working out for Amilyn, the life seemed to be what Ilse felt she was made for - the older sister had even picked up some fighting tips and had taught them to Amilyn, despite them being dirty. She figured there was not really any cleanliness in a fight. For the further defence, Amilyn began training herself for self-defence. At the age of 17, she was proficient enough at being able to escape most situations, being a fast runner and able to defend and attack. It also helped that their mother had shown her children how to use blasters at a young age.

Both Amilyn’s parents could sense her struggle. They sat down with her and discussed her passions (the Belova’s were always an open family). Learning knew skills was always important to her so her father offered to teach her outside of his working hours - this is where she found a knack in medicine, now aspiring to be a doctor. In the meantime while she worked towards getting a degree, she danced purely because she liked it (and it earned her money). Even though she was now working towards something to better herself, she still felt like something was missing.
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Present Day :

Amilyn had always had some inkling that the Force was within her, but had previously been determined to live a life under the radar and be with her family. She has no training with the force, never met another fore-sensitive being, and has never held a lightsaber. What she knows of the force is mere stories, ones she’s not quite sure she believes. Currently, she works in Socorro. Yet, now, as a dancer and student, she feels drawn to something much larger than just herself but doesn't know what yet.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

M O T H E R :

Kaltain Belova, 38, Performer.

F A T H E R :

Alak Belova, 41, Herbalist and Teacher at a university.

S I S T E R :

Ilse Belova, 20, Thief, Marauder.

S I S T E R :

Zofia Belova, 12.

B R O T H E R :

Lazar Belova, 4.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Overall:
Amilyn is very passionate about many things, and especially so with the people whom she loves. When she cares for someone, she cares for them deeply. While she is often teasing, witty, and carefree when she is happy, her most immediate reaction when angry or sad is to channel her darker emotions and either cry or lash out (more so with words rather than physically). Though, she is not easily angered so you’d either have to annoy her severely or threaten her family. Her strong feelings towards certain subjects - she is very… righteous (which comes with a little recklessness).

Additionally, her interests shape who she is, which stem from that of her parents. Amilyn’s father taught her the basics of languages throughout the galaxy and of his Herbalist practice (as well as being an educator) and she excelled on her own from there. The sciences are of interest to her, more-so on the anatomy and medicine (healing) side though. Whereas, Amilyn’s mother taught her to find love in the arts, which is why she never minded dancing for a living (though feels in her gut it’s not what she wants to do).

To sum it up, she’s generally positive and a little sarcastic, easily bored, and is conflict-averse but when in the mood for a fight she’ll give you one. When it comes to deeper and more personal relationships she’s awkward as fuck. However, when it comes to playing a part she is incredibly good at acting - but that comes easy to her because it’s ‘fake.’

She lacks a true long term goals (because she feels a little lost within herself, partly due to not knowing about her force sensitivity) and this is something that can get to her in those few times that she thinks about the future (which worries her, particularly because she thinks in terms of her younger siblings). She doesn't entirely know why she is doing what she is doing other than to prove to someone or something that she can, but if she attempts to do something it’s because she truly believes she can (she is very determined and persistent).

Likes —

• A nice bath.

• Feen, a sweet fruit from Ryloth.

• Occasional drinks of Liqueur.

• She also has a strange fondness for Kowakian Monkey-Lizards, despite how annoying they can be. Also likes Pikhron’s despite never seeing one in person.

A P P E A R A N C E

Eye colour — Green.
Hair colour — “Strawberry Blonde.”
Skin colour —More on the pale side.
Cybernetics —N/A.
Scars — Silly little scars from small brawls, and messing around. She has a more noticeable one beside her eye from running into a sharp corner when learning to walk. It almost blinded her but luckily didn’t damage her vision.
Disabilities — N/A.

A B I L I T I E S

Shooting — She is no master with a blaster but she knows how to shoot one and was taught as a child by her mother.

Agile — She keeps herself in peak physical condition at all times, and has an exercise routine she carries out daily.

Linguist — Speaking basics of trade language, as well as understanding Huttese, Twi'leki and Binary. She is rusty on others including Wookiespeak, so does not consider herself to understand it. If she wants to help people in her future she feels its valuable to learn languages (even if there are other ways of translating).

Fighter — Apart from her prowess as a dancer that gives her a lot of flexibility and agility, Amilyn can be surprisingly violent, and more than willing to personally deal with the more brutal elements.

Barely noticed — Amilyn is really good at staying under the radar, which is why she's been able to work for crime organisations introduced to her by her sister.

Herbalism —Her father is in this business so she’s picked up a thing or two.

Healing — She is not a healer and has definitely not tapped into force healing (that she knows of) but is roughly knowledgeable in how to treat people… she’s been learning for a while and is still learning.

T H R E A D S

N/A

 

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AZRI’EL TOSKA​

Work in progress!!​

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N A M E :

Azri'el Toska

P R O N U N C I A T I O N :

AZ-ree-ELL | T-oh-skah

N I C K N A M E(S) :

Az, Ari, Zrie.

S P E C I E S :

Human.

A G E :

34.

G E N D E R :

Male.

H E I G H T :

6'0"

W E I G H T :

90kg.

F O R C E S E N S I T I V I T Y :

N/A.

H O M E W O R L D

Uyter.

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual.

F A C T I O N :

TBA: depending on new timeline.

O C C U P A T I O N :

TBD.

B A C K S T O R Y

Childhood:
Azri’el was born on... and was brought up by his father alone in a small house on a hill overlooking a village. His mother became ill after giving birth to him. Eventually, Azri’el’s mother passed away, her illness not taking long to take her. Azri’el had been four (4). Then, at the minimal age it required to carry a wooden stick around and fight with it was the age that Azri’el’s father forced him to train in martial arts. Az despised his father most of his childhood (and still now), as his father wasn't the kindest man whom showed the toughest sort of love, and was a drunk. In the future, however, Az would come to thank his father for his teachings.

The only child in his family, with a sick mother and a mostly disinterested father, life could get lonely. Luckily, he had a neighbour - a boy that was also trained by his father the same way Azri’el was. Thus boy’s name was Madai, and Azri’el grew up alongside him. It wasn’t long before the two began training together outside of their fathers’ practices.The two were practically inseparable and it wasn’t long before they discovered Madai to be a force sensitive child. Madai’s family were kind, they knew of Madai’s abilities and took Azri’el in on the nights that were particularly rough.

During his youth he aspired to be a sailor, an animal trainer or a sculptor. It was safe to say his dreams were very different and had little boundaries. Basically any job the small town boy learned of he wanted to be. He’d never imagine himself being a soldier in the future.



Teenage Years:

Not a lot happened during Azri'el's teenage years, all the damage happened during his early days and when he becomes an adult. His years were filled with more training (though less than when he was younger because now he was able to talk himself out of it). On his off times, he would work on Madai's farm to earn money and basically spent most of his days with the other boy's family. If it weren't for Madai, Az would have turned out to be a very different human. He wouldn't have been kind at all.








Adulthood:
The decision to join the military was not a hard one, it was basically what he had been trained to do. It also helped that Madai joined as well. Perhaps Azri'el wouldn't have even made the decision to go if Madai hadn't. It was only in war did Madai confess feelings towards Azri'el, and funnily enough he returned them.

FROM HERE I'M GOING TO BE LAZY AND WRITE UP A LIST INSTEAD OF PARAGRAPHS, I'LL WRITE IN MORE DETAIL LATER LOL.

• Basically the two (Madai and Az) get exiled and return home -- I need to talk more about Madai's abilities ahaha, but need to wait for the next timeline info i guess (or i'm just lazy).

• Madai is killed.

• Azri'el does some crazy shit.

• He leaves his home planet.

• Eventually, he finds peace in himself, or at least calmness, after a few years... i guess.

• Falls in love with a woman.

• Has a child.

• The woman loses her mind, not from anger but her memory, really.

• Luckily, the woman has family who can care for them and their child.

• Azri’el gets called away from work for five years.

• When he returns the woman is worse and the child does not know who he is. The child was told Az was dead.

• Az leaves again, having it in his mind that they are better off without him.

• More to come... I suck at finishing shit ahaha

Present Day:

Haven’t added anything here yet.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

M O T H E R

Fyfei Toska, deceased.

F A T H E R

Origen Toska, Alive.

P A S T L O V E :

Madai.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Az is a survivor with few moral lines left to cross. He is, now in his mid 30s, and has been hardened by the ravages of the devastating hand in life he’d been given. His family, friends, and everything he valued in life has been lost. Not all are dead but are best left with him not in their lives. Over the years he had taken on de-humanising jobs and as a result his conscience slowly dwindled away and he has learned to shut down his emotions to cope with certain things. This is not to say he doesn’t feel, in fact he feels deeply and cares he’s just… complicated. He kind of just defaults to a grumpy bear... as a result of his personality people often question their relationship with Azri'el.

Note: he doesn’t LIKE to kill, it’s more-so a matter of fact if he HAS to.

Depending on who you talk to, Azri'el is a hothead, but he is really a fairly calm and practical person. He can be a little offensive but tries to make rational decisions and to maintain his temper in rough situations. He is one to keep his promises and holds them in a high regard, attempting to always fulfil any he makes. Having lots of training, he is able to apply himself in various situations and able to improvise or create a plan with limited information. Sometimes he can seem uncaring and brash, and also incredibly stubborn with few people being able to change his mind unless they have hard evidence to prove otherwise.

A P P E A R A N C E

Hair Colour -- A light mousy brown.
Eye Colour -- Blue eyes.
Skin Colour -- Tan.
Scars -- Plenty of them all over his body, battered with nicks. One scar lays on his left cheekbone to his temple. He also has a jagged one on his stomach towards the right down to his hip.
Other marks -- Beauty-marks and freckles are scattered on him, mostly his shoulders.

Clothes:
Az can be seen most of the time wearing a long, tan-brown coat with a stuck up collar. The coat is not just for comfort but also for practical uses as it has many pockets and straps for all the gadgets he carries. Over this, he wears either a strap with his blaster or instead holsters it on his leg. On his hands, it's uncommon to see different sorts of gloves, whether they are coloured, fingerless, or not.
If he has a weapon or needs to conceal something, he normally has a place for it.

Below his coat, he wears regular clothes.
But for battle, obviously he has appropriate attire.

S K I L L S

Cooking — He’s shit at cooking elaborate meals but can throw something together out of ‘nothing’… besides, if it makes a shit, it ain’t bad.

Marksmanship — Azri’el was one of the men in his class who were best in the shooting range, and showcased those skills in battle.

Martial Arts — Also known as hand-to-hand combat to fight in close quarters without weapons. Az trained in martial arts since he was a child but stopped by the age of 16. He is not a master, as his father (whom taught him) was not - but he is proficient enough, and trained further when he was in the military. Sometimes he isn't disciplined enough to control his emotions in a fight.

Less Lethal — As an alternative to more damaging fighting styles besides regular defence or trying to talk himself a way out, Az knows certain pressure point on a person’s body that can cause them pain or numbness. However, this isn't always reliable because people can cover up with armour or clothing, and can sometimes be harder to find.

Tech Savvy — Something he learned in the academy was the importance of knowing how to use your tech.

First Aid — Learnt in the military and is a super messy at stitching (has the ugly scars to prove it).

E Q U I P T M E N T

I HAVEN’T GONE OVER WEAPON/ARMOUR RULES SO IGNORE, PLUS NEED TO ADJUST FOR TIMELINE?

Armour: URL HERE - Need to make armour post, etc.

Weapons:

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  Pugio Blaster Pistol

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  2x Vibro-Tanto (blade)

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  Grenades - 4 (2x frag, 2x smoke)

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  x2 Stim-Packs

Gadgets:

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  Thermal Under-suit — reflects thermal energy for brief periods of time.

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  Holoman Portable Music Player

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  Rebreather

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  Comlink

T H R E A D S

Nothing yet.

 

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No joke - wanting to create another character without having finished my other two. Let alone formatting anything lmao. Curse @ Treasure Planet and Jim Hawkins for being new character inspiration.

Edit: started the character bahaha. Backstory and Skills incomplete!

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Hárr Kaiser ​

Another Work in progress...​

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N A M E :

Hárr "Harri" Kaiser

P R O N U N C I A T I O N :

Either Ha, Har, Ah. Because his name is practically air, he goes by Harri (HAr-ree).

N I C K N A M E(S) :

N/A.

S P E C I E S :

Human.

A G E :

19.

G E N D E R :

Male.

H E I G H T :

5'10"

W E I G H T :

79kg.

F O R C E S E N S I T I V I T Y :

None.

H O M E W O R L D :

Denon, but born on a ship.

S E X U A L I T Y :

Heterosexual.

F A C T I O N :

TBD.

O C C U P A T I O N :

Dockhand, Part-time Casual ship-jacker.

B A C K S T O R Y

Childhood:
Hárr Kaiser was born into a family with both parents present (to begin with). He spent the first part of his life on a ship, the same one he was born on. From birth to the age of seven (7) Harri picked up on the hustle and bustle that went on inside, often called a ladies man from giggling women who knew very well that he was just a small kid with big ears and wide eyes, one that wanted very much to prove that he was capable of anything.

For the most part, he was happy and content, being on the ship for seven years was fun, but not once had he known what it was like to touch grass or sand, or have food that didn’t come from a packet. All he had for experience was dreaming of exploring the galaxy and finding himself somewhere. From the crew and his parents, Harri heard many stories, including those about pirate stories and the marvellous stories of the romance in space. Perhaps he’d even want to be a pirate someday, the stories were pictured in a brilliant light.


Teenage Years:
As expected, Harri took work as a dockhand, here he was quick to make friends. Occasionally for a bit of extra cash he would join ship jackers and help them steal starships (e.g.,light freighters and super transports). Barring one time, Harri never did the stealing himself, he only covered for those who did the stealing, helping them do it discretely by either sweet talking (barely) or helping them hide the ships. Working on the dock not only meant he heard information fast, it also meant he could trade for favours. It was laboured work but sometimes if he worked extra hours he could borrow a ship for an hour or two, eventually being taught how to pilot them by others who worked at the docks. Even so, most of his time was spent making his way up in the docking business, eventually making it to working on docking bays onboard luxury yachts. There Harri would attend masquerades and parties after hours - some even being costume parties, of course he would go as no-one other than himself.


Adulthood:

It was easy to get up in the wrong crowd, but Harri was observant enough to pick which ones to associate with. He never really wanted trouble but it always seemed to find him. Moreover, Harri met many friends in docking bays and had a friend from one of the shipping routes that could make fake passes, and knew of a ship that was easy-picking. This time the friend had said the ship was for himself, and because Harri had taken on many jobs like it, so figured he could make an exception for a friend. Especially if it meant he could see more of the stars. The docking bay life was easy work for him, it kept his mind busy, and he felt as though he’d be in it for a long while.

The friend of Harri’s were in awe of the ship they commissioned themselves to steal. They had partied on many luxury ships just like it, even with an impressive armoury. The friend had gotten a fake I.D., Harri didn’t feel a need to change his own. This decision helped him greatly when they were caught trying to steal the luxury yacht. Hárr Kaiser had been betrayed by his friend (who ended up died to a stab in the back, and a hard boot to the face), to escape Harri had found a different I.D. within the ship (a spare perhaps), and whoever’s ship it was feared the guards who tried to stop him. The whole ordeal had been a shit-show. Harri demanded to be left to “his ship,” and apparently they were paid off by the contact to handle this mess. He boarded the ship and left. He never truly dealt with the loss of his friend, or the whole ‘stealing the ship thing,’ every time he steps in he feels dirty. But, hell, it was his now.

Harri, young and unable to grow a beard, barely able to drink (not that the law would stop the latter for him), now owns a yacht of his own, the friend having died in acquiring it. The ship was basically made to be untraceable which made it difficult to have identified.




Backstory subject to change. More detail to be added...

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

M O T H E R :

Elke Kaiser, 41, Alive.

F A T H E R :

Rien Kaiser, 53, Deceased.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Summarisation: basically a puppy.
Since he was a young boy, Harri always showed increasing levels of cleverness, courage, maturity, and perspective. Yet, when he was young he was easily frightened who ran to his family for protection (he’s very much the opposite now, individualistic ’til death). After his father left (died later), he began to think for himself and displayed more initiative. It thrills Harri to the core to be at the heart of the action. He is observant to details and quickly takes action based on his observations. He also possesses a keen sense of humour and sarcasm. Physical labor doesn’t phase him: if he thinks he should do it, he does it ’til he drops. Even though Harri repeated mistakes, he learned from them - and has an in-depth memory of each mistake he has made, making for ‘fun’ self-pity parties sometimes.

Harri may portray himself as arrogant, but instead is truly modest and humbled by his experiences. He takes full responsibility for his errors rather than finding excuses for them, and he confesses to moments of panic, indecision, and regret rather than bragging exclusively of his successes. He likes to think he has incredible instincts about people, and is very big on following gut-instinct, even if others don’t understand it. While Harri is considerate and sensitive to the feelings of others, he follows his own personal convictions which can cause him to seem judgemental and impulsive. A conflict within increases a difficulty to be true to himself while still doing the right thing. He is someone who needs a firm idea on who he is and what his place in the galaxy is.

When powerless, disillusioned, hopeless, often angry and cynical as well, Harri will seclude himself from others so as to distance himself from anything that reminds him of feeling like a failure. He can’t see any way of changing the outcome. This can only be escaped when he chooses to engage with new ideas again. It is imperative that he once more attempt to find new ways of looking at the world… It’s not like he’s a mood-killer or energy sucker, something tragic has to happen for him to lose his touch on reality.

Despite his frustration with his sense of self, Harri is not dramatic in his expressing himself, choosing rather to express his feelings in poignant silences, choice words and very meaningful eyes. Cliché as it sounds, his eyes are very expressive. However, he prefers keeping his negative feelings to himself or displaying them in quiet gestures of defiance rather than talking through them. This means he struggles to coherently explain himself, instead erupting into outbursts. Yet, there is a sense of efficiency in his actions, but he dislikes useless prattling or meaningless displays of affection.

A P P E A R A N C E

Eye colour — Brown, kinda rusty looking.

Hair colour — A medium brown, that’s sort of like soil, and lighter in the sun.

Skin colour —A light olive-tone, basically naturally tan.

Cybernetics — N/A.

Scars — Nothing notable, all of his scars pretty much go unnoticed, they’ve practically faded to nothing. However, he’s no stranger to having constant scrapes, bruises, and aches.

Disabilities — N/A.

S K I L L S

Skill — Explanation.

Skill — Explanation.

Skill — Explanation.

T H R E A D S

Thread — Description.