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NAME: Yumera Rael
FACTION: NA
RANK: NA
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 100lb
EYES: Amber
HAIR: Red
SKIN: Fair
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tattoo of a flame on her left shoulder.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: 2/10 - She's almost as weak as they come, especially given her size.
DEXTERITY: 9/10 - She is quite nimble and swift, as well as being quite deft with her hands and movements.
CONSTITUTION: 6/10 - While not terribly susceptible to illness, she has a frail frame that can't take much of a beating. She has a fair amount of stamina, due to a lot of time spent running.
INTELLIGENCE: 6/10 - While she usually has an above average intelligence, she can be quite childish in her decision making at times.
WISDOM: 5/10 - She is young and thusly not too experienced with most things.
CHARISMA: 8/10 - She has a way with words and is a generally likeable person when she wants to be, and has been able to talk her way out of trouble at times.
FORCE POWERS:
Force Concealment - Adept
Mind trick - Untrained
SKILLS:
Palming, lockpicking, pickpocketing, theft, moving silently, parkour, throwing knives.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
None
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths: Her main strength is her ability to steal things almost from under people's noses. She is also quick and nimble, allowing for fast getaways when she needs. She also has a way with words most of the time.
Weaknesses: She is physically weak, both in giving and taking hits, and often makes youthful mistakes or misjudges things due to inexperience. She also has a rather flat chest and is quite often mistaken for a boy, making 'womanly charms' rather hard for her to use on men.
GEAR:
Throwing knives x4, lockpicking tools, short length of rope, grappling hook.
BIOGRAPHY:
A fist crashed into the side of her head, sending her sprawling to the ground, dazed. Before she could gather her wits she felt strong arms grabbing each of her arms and holding her up. "Did you think you could steal from us and get away from it?" The voice was thick, masculine, and belonged to one of the ugliest humans she had ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on. He was also a foot taller then her at least, and probably two or three times her weight. If it had just been him here, she'd have been in trouble - but he had the two goons currently holding her up in the air, quite literally off the ground as if she weighed nothing. Which wasn't far from the truth. "Seems like you need to be taught a lesson, little girl."
How many times had she heard that before? Growing up a street rat on Corellia, she'd had to learn from an early age to take what she could, when she could. Especially when it came to food, which could be quite scarce. Her earliest memories were of the streets and she had no idea if she had even been born on this planet, but she had been taken in and taken care of by a slightly older street urchin who had provided for her and been her only friend; at least until she had made the mistake of stealing from the wrong gang. That had been eight years ago and they hadn't stuck around to find out what would happen to them. They stowed away on seperate civilian cruisers. Yumera's brought her to Coruscant, where she had earned a less-then-reputable living by doing the only thing she had been taught - stealing. She learned over a short time that she had a bit of a knack for it, as well as talking her way out of trouble, and hadn't looked back.
After a couple months of barely making it to the next meal and getting little sleep, she met someone who changed her life. Her name was Kotora, an older and much wiser thief who took Yumera under her wing. She learned that she was slightly force sensitive, giving her better then normal reflexes and allowing Kotora to teach her a few techniques, though the only one she seemed adept at was using it to conceal her own presense from other Force users. She wasn't sure if it was because Kotora only wanted her to truly learn that one or if she simply wasn't good enough to learn anything else. It had always seemed strange to her to that her only real use of the Force was to make it seem like she couldn't use the Force, but she knew that her slight force sensitivity wasn't going to get her in with the Jedi. Kotora had told her so.
Six solid years of training had honed her body into being perfect for the profession that had chosen her, though with her frail frame real combat wasn't something she was likely to be able to do. She learned to throw knives accurately so she could keep enemies at bay and would just run when she was confronted. Her best bet was to steal without being caught in the act, and that was what her training focused on. She had earned herself quite a few beatings over the years by not being sneaky enough, which had only caused her to keep on training until she was good enough not to get caught most of the time. She was wise enough to know that there was always the chance of being caught, though she hadn't learned yet how to judge that before she tried stealing whatever had caught her eye.
It seemed this was one of those times. While reaching into the pocket of the leader of this little troupe she had encountered, a thug friend of his she hadn't noticed standing to the side had seen the whole thing. He was also the one who had almost knocked her teeth out with that punch. She could taste blood and was glad none had actually come out of her gums. Small mercy, considering what was happening. A thick hand had grabbed her shirt and she tensed, bracing herself for a punch - but found instead a hand on her chest and a disgusting leer on his face. "Don't have much, but I guess you really are female." He sneered at her. With a disgusted growl she spit into his face. There - that had earned her the punch to her gut she had been expecting, that familiar 'I can't breath' feeling of being winded.
It did stop his train of thought, so instead of the three trying anything sexual she just received a beating that left her laying on the ground, bruised and with a few broken ribs, not wanting to move. She faded in and out of consciousness until she woke up in a strange room - with a letter addressed to her on the nightstand. She wasn't sure how long she had been out, but her torso was covered in bandages and she didn't feel pain when she breathed, which was strange for broken ribs. She took up the letter and read it, setting it back down once she had. She was on her own now, to fend for herself and hopefully not wind up dead in a gutter.
PERSONALITY:
Yumera is a quick-witted girl, which was a trait that often got her into trouble. She was usualyl able to talk her way back out of it, but it was something that she needed to work on. While she generally kept to herself and just tried to stay unnoticed, which was good for a thief, she sometimes exibited fairly childish antics that led to a lot more attention then she wanted. When she had extra money or food, she would often give it to other homeless children she knew or met, having a soft spot in her heart for them as she had been on herself. She hadn't grown into a woman yet, which led to people often mistaking her for a boy despite her longer hair. This was something that annoyed her quite a bit and she would often respond rather loudly to anyone who called her a male, though usually not violently as she was not built for combat.
ROLE-PLAYS:
Picture Credit: http://eyliant.deviantart.com/
Bit of a work in progress - Suggestions/comments/issues/concerns/constructive criticism welcome!
Also, I might be willing to join a faction with her, if any could find a use for A sneakthief. Post here or PM me? :)
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