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~<Snow>~
Not too much is really known about her history, and not even she remembers where she came from, the Near Human who calls herself "Snow." None-the-less, she is a being that exists in the Galaxy and silently leaves her mark behind the scenes, away from politics and the public eye, away from the drama of the Jedi and the Sith brotherhood, and away from the wars of the main factions. Her purpose is as a defender through wielding martial arts that can fend off many who prey on herself and the weak; her purpose is to provide guidance to those who are lost and trying to find their way, or trying to make it back on their way; her purpose is to be sarcastic to the point of tears to most people she meets most of the time, because she has nothing to lose. Her purpose is to discover why she exists... More than these small things. More than to be a stepping stone to the rest of the Galaxy around her. More than being just a good person who always helps everyone, but never gets anything in return for it.
Snow didn't know where she came from, or even what her race was. She didn't know if she could use the Force or not, and had no idea how old she even was. She didn't know how close to death she was in her walk through life, and the thought scared her more than anything. She couldn't understand why she existed, why she was chosen to live in that universe, and why she had the gifts and talents she did. She was capable of piloting, able to read people well, able to creatively use basic trade to speak her way in and out of most situations, and she had exceptional reflexes. She was good with weapons like a bo-staff and an ax, which have no connection in her mind, and was a decent shot with a blaster. She was good with mechanics and robotics, but wasn't the greatest with computers or hacking. She also had an extraordinary gift with sarcasm, as previously mentioned.
However, her earliest memories place her on Coruscant on the run from criminal underlords for something she didn't even remember being a part of (ironically); robbing one of their penthouses and freeing their sex slaves. She only followed her instincts in that moment by aggravating her aggressors into running off the side of a bridge to their doom in blind rage, and then stealing one of their freighters and making her way off world. She found herself loaded with credits, having connections to names she didn't even recognize, and fan arsenal in a hidden cache on Tattooine in unknown coordinates. Putting the pieces together, she was either a dangerous outlaw, or someone working with some sort of group of good guys.
None-the-less, she kept the information to herself for four long years, never asking questions about it and never wondering how she came to possess such secrets. Perhaps it was her trade in her past life. Life took her to Dantooine, a peaceful planet, where she stayed on the estate of a wealthy local and offered house services to compensate for rent. She would travel to the inner rim and mid rim often, helping those who needed it quite often, and would play the hero on the outer rim other times.
There was one day, however, when she was home from traveling that it hit her; she didn't know why she was alive. She didn't know what she did with her life previously, and had no clue what to do with her life given the skills she possessed. So she gave herself a goal; to find her purpose. She would travel, fight, seek, and discover secrets to unlock her past and her future. She didn't know how she was going to do it, but she figured the answer would reveal itself the further down the road she traveled. She carried only one thing with her that no one could steal, which was just one simple name; Snow.
Snow
Near-human
26 years old
female
Unknown Force prowess
Skills;
Piloting, hand-to-hand, repair, melee weapons, ranged weapons, mechanic, persuade, eloquent speech
Gear;
Blaster pistol, collapsable bo-staff, datapad, credits, clothes
Ship;
TBA
Role-Plays;
the sky is falling down
Not too much is really known about her history, and not even she remembers where she came from, the Near Human who calls herself "Snow." None-the-less, she is a being that exists in the Galaxy and silently leaves her mark behind the scenes, away from politics and the public eye, away from the drama of the Jedi and the Sith brotherhood, and away from the wars of the main factions. Her purpose is as a defender through wielding martial arts that can fend off many who prey on herself and the weak; her purpose is to provide guidance to those who are lost and trying to find their way, or trying to make it back on their way; her purpose is to be sarcastic to the point of tears to most people she meets most of the time, because she has nothing to lose. Her purpose is to discover why she exists... More than these small things. More than to be a stepping stone to the rest of the Galaxy around her. More than being just a good person who always helps everyone, but never gets anything in return for it.
Snow didn't know where she came from, or even what her race was. She didn't know if she could use the Force or not, and had no idea how old she even was. She didn't know how close to death she was in her walk through life, and the thought scared her more than anything. She couldn't understand why she existed, why she was chosen to live in that universe, and why she had the gifts and talents she did. She was capable of piloting, able to read people well, able to creatively use basic trade to speak her way in and out of most situations, and she had exceptional reflexes. She was good with weapons like a bo-staff and an ax, which have no connection in her mind, and was a decent shot with a blaster. She was good with mechanics and robotics, but wasn't the greatest with computers or hacking. She also had an extraordinary gift with sarcasm, as previously mentioned.
However, her earliest memories place her on Coruscant on the run from criminal underlords for something she didn't even remember being a part of (ironically); robbing one of their penthouses and freeing their sex slaves. She only followed her instincts in that moment by aggravating her aggressors into running off the side of a bridge to their doom in blind rage, and then stealing one of their freighters and making her way off world. She found herself loaded with credits, having connections to names she didn't even recognize, and fan arsenal in a hidden cache on Tattooine in unknown coordinates. Putting the pieces together, she was either a dangerous outlaw, or someone working with some sort of group of good guys.
None-the-less, she kept the information to herself for four long years, never asking questions about it and never wondering how she came to possess such secrets. Perhaps it was her trade in her past life. Life took her to Dantooine, a peaceful planet, where she stayed on the estate of a wealthy local and offered house services to compensate for rent. She would travel to the inner rim and mid rim often, helping those who needed it quite often, and would play the hero on the outer rim other times.
There was one day, however, when she was home from traveling that it hit her; she didn't know why she was alive. She didn't know what she did with her life previously, and had no clue what to do with her life given the skills she possessed. So she gave herself a goal; to find her purpose. She would travel, fight, seek, and discover secrets to unlock her past and her future. She didn't know how she was going to do it, but she figured the answer would reveal itself the further down the road she traveled. She carried only one thing with her that no one could steal, which was just one simple name; Snow.
Snow
Near-human
26 years old
female
Unknown Force prowess
Skills;
Piloting, hand-to-hand, repair, melee weapons, ranged weapons, mechanic, persuade, eloquent speech
Gear;
Blaster pistol, collapsable bo-staff, datapad, credits, clothes
Ship;
TBA
Role-Plays;
the sky is falling down
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