Post by Arina Fawzi on May 28, 2013 19:19:57 GMT -5
* Name- Arina Fawzi (Although it changes regularly. She tends to introduce herself as someone new every time.)
* Age- 27
* Gender- Female
* Species- Trianii
* Affiliation- Independent / Hutt
* Home-world- Trian
* Appearance-
Arina is fairly thin, light and can appear as 'delicate'. While she can handle a few cuts and bruises well, she isn’t a fighter. Compared to similar beings of her species, she’s like a cheetah among lions. She's covered in a reddish brown fur with black and silver stripes similar to that of a Mackerel striped Tabby Cat (See photo). As for 'hair', she has a patch that starts just before her ears and trails down her spine to her shoulder blades, like a short Mohawk. This is the same reddish brown colour as her fur, including the thin black and silver stripes. When in the mood, she’ll decorate her ‘hair’ by lacing strands of beads, or braiding in short strips of fabric; the hair itself is only a couple inches long.
She's got a walk that would put most men on the rut, and she knows it. While 'entertaining' or performing, her type of dress accents her curves and unique colour pattern and complete with her accent (slightly Russian sounding) she can easily steal the attention in any crowd. While on the job or roaming the galaxy, she usually wears her pilot's hat and goggles , sleeveless formfitting tops with loose bottoms, a thick utility belt, and gauntlets. (Just the hat... minus the mask...)
* Weapons-
- Vibro dagger
- Whipcord launcher (in gauntlets)
- WESTAR-34 Blaster Pistol (one being Jango Fett's, he then had to find a new one... and it's quite a story to tell!)
- Claws (more like thorns than anything dangerous)
- Tail (prehensile)
- Excellent balance and eyesight (includes the ability to see in the dark)
- Flexible, excellent in acrobatics, leaping, jumping, and landing softly
* Bio (short version)-
Arina was born in a litter of four on Trian; her father was a fierce warrior, and her mother a distant and hard working woman. Much to her parents’ surprise, out of the four cubs born Arina was the smallest by a long shot; most Trianii females were stronger. Her father beamed with pride in the strength of his family, although he was quite embarrassed at Arina’s size. She was often babied, if attention was given to her at all. It was Arina’s second oldest brother that really paid any kind of attention to her, and the two became very close. Fox (named after his color pattern) told her that she was beautiful and graceful, and to never worry because he would always be there to protect her.
Just before Arina was about to turn seven, she and Fox were out walking on the outskirts of the town together when they were attacked. Both cubs were kidnapped by a slaver hoping to find some kind of profit for their capture. The struggle resulted in Fox’s death, and Arina was forced to sit caged with his dead body.
She was eventually sold to the Corporate Sector Authority, where she spent the next several years of her life as a servant for a wealthy group. She was stripped of her name and was more or less beaten into submission; strikes for each mistake or slip up she made. Her tasks ranged from clearing tables, removing garbage, scrubbing floors and grungy work.
At the age of fifteen, her Trian background seemed to surface as her body matured. Her master seemed to take notice of her petite and curvy figure, as well as the fact that she was gifted with the grace of dance and song. She was cleaned head to toe, and it was avoided to cut or damage her fur, and ensured no bones were broken. She then moved on to serving food and drinks, to cleaning and preparing dining halls or rooms for guests. Along with her other duties, she would sing without hesitation for special guests in between meals and when asked.
Three years later her master was having a large house party, in which several high ranking members of the "business" were invited. Drunk and overconfident Arina’s master lost his feline slave in a bet, and within the next few days she was loaded onboard her new master's private ship. Her new life never really touched the ground as her master constantly was on the move; she was also introduced to a shock collar. Not even four months later, the ship was attacked an raided. At the age of eighteen Arina became an entertainer in Hutt Space (specifically Tattooine).
For the first three years her sole purpose was entertainment; dancing, singing, pleasure, or what ever her master so desired. She was quick to learn the art of 'loosening tongues', and learned much about the galaxy through simple chatter. This included people, languages, names, organizations, and various other random bits of information.
Arina believes that because she was a ‘nobody’, she can be anyone she chooses. Thus she has become a master of façade, and creates an exterior she so desires to accomplish what she wants. She can behave royally, bold, flirty, and daring to achieve various tasks. This skill proved necessary if she intended on surviving in Hutt Space.
Her talent was discovered, and now is more of a spy for hire than a slave which is why she's been able to survive so long serving as a slave under Jabba the Hutt.
* Sample RP-
(Pardon its short and awful-ness).
Space was comforting; its endless silence and streaking of stars as far as the eye can see was the closest thing Arina felt to freedom. The soft hum of her spacecraft and the faint beeping was soothing, almost like a lullaby.
She was sprawled in a hammock hung in the control room, the tip of the tail curling lazily. She had gathered intel in regards to the end of the war, and was more than happy to return back to Tattooine. The past few months were brutal across the galaxy; and all the good gossip was hers to share. Aside from business, it was nice to tour the bars, dress up, and be entertained for once… even if it meant slipping out of some potential dangers waiting to happen; typical.
Lazily licking the fur between her fingers, she hummed a tune to herself. It was halted briefly as her memory flashbacked to a time when she was small, eight to be factual. Looking up from her dropped dishes in time to receive a backhand. “Silence, slave!” She winced, ears angled back. Her life had not been so easy, and nor is it really any different now. Shaking her head, Arina slipped off the hammock and into the pilot’s seat to pull out of hyperspace. She wasn’t in any rush to get… home.
Yourself
Name- ISHKABIBBLE! Ahem... yes. That is what you may call me.
Age- At this moment, approximately 232 months (19 years)
Years of (RP) experience- 2-4-6-8- who did we eliminate---.... no... 6? Maybe?
Character Roster
Erm. Arina. That's it so far...
* Age- 27
* Gender- Female
* Species- Trianii
* Affiliation- Independent / Hutt
* Home-world- Trian
* Appearance-
Arina is fairly thin, light and can appear as 'delicate'. While she can handle a few cuts and bruises well, she isn’t a fighter. Compared to similar beings of her species, she’s like a cheetah among lions. She's covered in a reddish brown fur with black and silver stripes similar to that of a Mackerel striped Tabby Cat (See photo). As for 'hair', she has a patch that starts just before her ears and trails down her spine to her shoulder blades, like a short Mohawk. This is the same reddish brown colour as her fur, including the thin black and silver stripes. When in the mood, she’ll decorate her ‘hair’ by lacing strands of beads, or braiding in short strips of fabric; the hair itself is only a couple inches long.
She's got a walk that would put most men on the rut, and she knows it. While 'entertaining' or performing, her type of dress accents her curves and unique colour pattern and complete with her accent (slightly Russian sounding) she can easily steal the attention in any crowd. While on the job or roaming the galaxy, she usually wears her pilot's hat and goggles , sleeveless formfitting tops with loose bottoms, a thick utility belt, and gauntlets. (Just the hat... minus the mask...)
* Weapons-
- Vibro dagger
- Whipcord launcher (in gauntlets)
- WESTAR-34 Blaster Pistol (one being Jango Fett's, he then had to find a new one... and it's quite a story to tell!)
- Claws (more like thorns than anything dangerous)
- Tail (prehensile)
- Excellent balance and eyesight (includes the ability to see in the dark)
- Flexible, excellent in acrobatics, leaping, jumping, and landing softly
* Bio (short version)-
Arina was born in a litter of four on Trian; her father was a fierce warrior, and her mother a distant and hard working woman. Much to her parents’ surprise, out of the four cubs born Arina was the smallest by a long shot; most Trianii females were stronger. Her father beamed with pride in the strength of his family, although he was quite embarrassed at Arina’s size. She was often babied, if attention was given to her at all. It was Arina’s second oldest brother that really paid any kind of attention to her, and the two became very close. Fox (named after his color pattern) told her that she was beautiful and graceful, and to never worry because he would always be there to protect her.
Just before Arina was about to turn seven, she and Fox were out walking on the outskirts of the town together when they were attacked. Both cubs were kidnapped by a slaver hoping to find some kind of profit for their capture. The struggle resulted in Fox’s death, and Arina was forced to sit caged with his dead body.
She was eventually sold to the Corporate Sector Authority, where she spent the next several years of her life as a servant for a wealthy group. She was stripped of her name and was more or less beaten into submission; strikes for each mistake or slip up she made. Her tasks ranged from clearing tables, removing garbage, scrubbing floors and grungy work.
At the age of fifteen, her Trian background seemed to surface as her body matured. Her master seemed to take notice of her petite and curvy figure, as well as the fact that she was gifted with the grace of dance and song. She was cleaned head to toe, and it was avoided to cut or damage her fur, and ensured no bones were broken. She then moved on to serving food and drinks, to cleaning and preparing dining halls or rooms for guests. Along with her other duties, she would sing without hesitation for special guests in between meals and when asked.
Three years later her master was having a large house party, in which several high ranking members of the "business" were invited. Drunk and overconfident Arina’s master lost his feline slave in a bet, and within the next few days she was loaded onboard her new master's private ship. Her new life never really touched the ground as her master constantly was on the move; she was also introduced to a shock collar. Not even four months later, the ship was attacked an raided. At the age of eighteen Arina became an entertainer in Hutt Space (specifically Tattooine).
For the first three years her sole purpose was entertainment; dancing, singing, pleasure, or what ever her master so desired. She was quick to learn the art of 'loosening tongues', and learned much about the galaxy through simple chatter. This included people, languages, names, organizations, and various other random bits of information.
Arina believes that because she was a ‘nobody’, she can be anyone she chooses. Thus she has become a master of façade, and creates an exterior she so desires to accomplish what she wants. She can behave royally, bold, flirty, and daring to achieve various tasks. This skill proved necessary if she intended on surviving in Hutt Space.
Her talent was discovered, and now is more of a spy for hire than a slave which is why she's been able to survive so long serving as a slave under Jabba the Hutt.
* Sample RP-
(Pardon its short and awful-ness).
Space was comforting; its endless silence and streaking of stars as far as the eye can see was the closest thing Arina felt to freedom. The soft hum of her spacecraft and the faint beeping was soothing, almost like a lullaby.
She was sprawled in a hammock hung in the control room, the tip of the tail curling lazily. She had gathered intel in regards to the end of the war, and was more than happy to return back to Tattooine. The past few months were brutal across the galaxy; and all the good gossip was hers to share. Aside from business, it was nice to tour the bars, dress up, and be entertained for once… even if it meant slipping out of some potential dangers waiting to happen; typical.
Lazily licking the fur between her fingers, she hummed a tune to herself. It was halted briefly as her memory flashbacked to a time when she was small, eight to be factual. Looking up from her dropped dishes in time to receive a backhand. “Silence, slave!” She winced, ears angled back. Her life had not been so easy, and nor is it really any different now. Shaking her head, Arina slipped off the hammock and into the pilot’s seat to pull out of hyperspace. She wasn’t in any rush to get… home.
Yourself
Name- ISHKABIBBLE! Ahem... yes. That is what you may call me.
Age- At this moment, approximately 232 months (19 years)
Years of (RP) experience- 2-4-6-8- who did we eliminate---.... no... 6? Maybe?
Character Roster
Erm. Arina. That's it so far...
