Post by Mira Phrix on Jan 3, 2013 21:42:51 GMT -5
* Name- Mira Phrix
* Age- 23
* Gender- Female
* Species- Miraluka
* Affiliation- Unaffiliated
* Homeworld- Morellia
* Appearance- Like all Miraluka, Mira Phrix is, at first glance, identical to baseline humans. Upon further study however, it becomes glaringly obvious that she is different, thanks to her complete lack of physical eyes. As customary for her race, Mira conceals this trait behind a covering, in her case, a wrapping of fabric. This, coupled with her race being relatively unknown outside of more well-traveled groups (read: Force-Using Organizations), allows her to pass as little more than a blind human... something which comes in handy when taking down her prey. After all, not many people suspect the blind chick.
Mira is otherwise unremarkable in appearance. Though she has often been described as possessing a quite attractive appearance despite the eye coverings, she has no real recognizable features, allowing her to blend into a crowd with ease. Her hair is a pale, nearly white blonde, and is cut quite short. Her build is quite slim, and she is obviously better suited for speed and agility rather than brute strength. Depending on the circumstances, the style of her clothing varies between protective and provocative. While on the job, she usually wears a tightfitting suit of armor, with attached Echani energy shields. This armor is exceptionally light weight, being Echani in origin, and is much more suited to protecting against blades and slugthowers than against blasters... but that's what the shielding is for. Off the job, she can be found in street clothes of any variety... though they are almost inevitably tightfitting. Aside from this, she can almost always be found wearing a knee length duster, a gift from her father.
* Weapons- An unnecessarily large collection of blades of various lengths and purposes. Vibroblades, throwing blades, two bladed Echani swords... if it possesses a cutting edge, chances are she knows how to utilize it with deadly efficiency. She'll occasionally utilize blasters or slugthrowers, but only when circumstances force her to. She's not particularly skilled with them, and loves her blades too much to willingly use something else without reason.
* Bio (short version)-
Unlike much of her race, Mira hails far from the worlds of the Miraluka. Instead, she was born on the planet Morellia, out on the edges of Wild Space in the Morellian Commonwealth. Mira's mother, a widow who's husband had died shortly after she became pregnant, had named her young daughter in an attempt to make sure that Mira never forgot her heritage, as she was going to be raised amongst outsiders who hardly knew a thing about her race. Despite being a Miraluka amongst Morellians, much of Mira's early childhood was actually enjoyable, and the nearly inevitable bullying about her lack of eyes was something which was contained to a small portion of people. For the most part, those around her were extremely welcoming to the young girl, as her mother and herself were considered to be quite interesting within their community.
Unfortunately for Mira, her relatively stable life wasn't destined to last for very long. When Mira was eight years old, her house was broken into during the night, and her mother stabbed when she fought back against the intruders, who were attempting to rob her. By chance, one of the Morellian Enforcers had been stationed nearby, and when he had heard the screams, the Enforcer had entered the house in order to investigate, and killed the criminals just as they were arguing over whether to kill Mira to eliminate witnesses. Mira was traumatized by the event, and when news reached her that her mother died in the hospital while undergoing surgery, she was hearbroken.
Now an orphan, Mira found help in the form of the Enforcer who had saved her. This man, one Jaxson Crayder, took her in and adopted her, as he himself had lost both of his parents while he was young, and perhaps saw a little something of himself in Mira.
In Jaxson, Mira found the father that she had never had. A man of strength and conviction, he was everything that Mira wanted in a father. They bonded quickly, and over the next few years, she hung onto his every word, learning every lesson he taught to her. When she was ten, Mira asked to be taught how to fight, having decided that eventually, she wanted to join the Enforcers as well. Though surprised, Jaxson was excited by the prospect of teaching his little girl how to defend herself, and so began to instruct her in the skills of a Morellian Enforcer. Having a personal preference towards bladed weapons, despite his station's official weapon being a slugthrower, Jaxson taught Mira how to fight using knives and swords. As he told Mira, guns broke quickly, but a well-made knife would last for years.
For the next eight years, Mira trained with her father, and eventually other martial artists, alongside her usual schooling and social activities. For his part, Jaxson encouraged her continuous training and attempts at reaching a level of perfection, realizing that martial arts and bladework had quickly become the one thing which Mira was able to use to express herself.
Upon turning eighteen, Mira finished finished her primary schooling, and was left with a decision on what to do with her life. Like usual, she sought advice from her adoptive father as to what she should do. Jaxson, having retired from the Enforcers the year before, recommended that she could perhaps join herself. After all, she was the daughter of a former Enforcer in good standing, and with her skills, would no doubt find herself in a high position quite quickly. Mira, however, decided against it. Though disappointed, Jaxson knew why she didn't want to join. Though he had encouraged it, and accepted it, he had realized over the years that Mira had become more and more aggressive as her studies on bladework went on, and it was clear she had no desire to be a protector. She wanted to hurt those who were like those who had hurt her mother all those years before.
And so, he suggested, she become a bounty hunter or mercenary.
It was an interesting suggestion in Mira's mind, but it was a sound one. Though she had never ventured out of the Commonwealth systems, she had seen a few bounty hunters who hailed from the Republic, and they all seemed to be rather respected, and most certainly feared. The money would be good, and she'd be able to but her skills to use. It was nearly a perfect choice.
So, after gifting her his old Enforcer duster and sidearm, Jaxson gave Mira his blessing and sent her into the galaxy.
Since then, she's taken to offering her blades for credits. Whether its to bring back a bounty's head, protect a powerful official, or assassinate some poor mercenary in his hideout, she's your girl. As long as there's a chance she'll get to kill something, and get payed for it, she'll accept those contracts with a smile.
* Sample RP-
((Good lord, it took forever to find a decent example that was relevant to this forum. Thank god for your old sites though, Cam.))
"Am I? Are you doubting your fearless leader now?"
Shadow smiled at his companion, and shrugged. This would be a rather important meeting; alot of future plans hung on to the Shadow's success here. If this faction of the Imperials supported Mandalore, both sides would gain many, many benefits, least of all a deal to remain neutral in the event of either faction gaining power. Surely, the Mandalorian's gains would outweigh the Imperials in number, but the Imperial's would be given the greatest benefit of all: immunity from the conquests of the Mandalorians.
With a slight nod, Shadow led the way to the front of the club, where two men stood guard at the doors. These men, both human, looked intimidating. Strongly built, their muscles could compare to a Wookie's. They had a look on their face that screamed menacing, and, judging by the way they carried themselves, they were incredibly confident fighters, and tough adversaries.
Shadow's daughter could kick their ass.
For all their bravado and obvious power, they were trained as well as every other Imperial grunt. In other words, the bear minimum. Plus, they were bound to be idiots. Extremely, horribly dense ones.
The two guards stopped Shadow and Kits at the door, and demanded to see identification. Shadow shook his head no. "You need no identification. Tell her Maverick has arrived." The two guards looked at each other, and then back at Shadow. The Mandalorian sighed, and pushed back the side of his cloak, revealing the holstered heavy blasters of Mandalorian make... and the lightsaber hilt on his belt.
This site made the two guards jump slightly. Shadow didn't blame them. Nowadays, lightsabers were rare, and those who had them tended to be the most deadly enemies one could make. Or the luckiest. Either way, not someone most would want to mess with. And apparently, for all their apparent stupidity, these guards knew lightsabers beat bodybuilding. The one on the right beckoned for Kits and Shadow to follow, leaving the second guard behind. Shadow turned to Kits and smiled.
The guard led them into the club, through the small crowd which inhabited it. It was a familiar site, a number of the patrons were regulars, so Shadow recognized a few of them. Most were Imperial supporters, but a few of them... a few were Mando'a sympathizers. Something which Shadow respected.
"Alright, almost there. Let's see how this goes, Kits."
Yourself
Name- Jasten
Age- 18
Years of (RP) experience- 8, or something like that.
Character Roster - Mira
* Age- 23
* Gender- Female
* Species- Miraluka
* Affiliation- Unaffiliated
* Homeworld- Morellia
* Appearance- Like all Miraluka, Mira Phrix is, at first glance, identical to baseline humans. Upon further study however, it becomes glaringly obvious that she is different, thanks to her complete lack of physical eyes. As customary for her race, Mira conceals this trait behind a covering, in her case, a wrapping of fabric. This, coupled with her race being relatively unknown outside of more well-traveled groups (read: Force-Using Organizations), allows her to pass as little more than a blind human... something which comes in handy when taking down her prey. After all, not many people suspect the blind chick.
Mira is otherwise unremarkable in appearance. Though she has often been described as possessing a quite attractive appearance despite the eye coverings, she has no real recognizable features, allowing her to blend into a crowd with ease. Her hair is a pale, nearly white blonde, and is cut quite short. Her build is quite slim, and she is obviously better suited for speed and agility rather than brute strength. Depending on the circumstances, the style of her clothing varies between protective and provocative. While on the job, she usually wears a tightfitting suit of armor, with attached Echani energy shields. This armor is exceptionally light weight, being Echani in origin, and is much more suited to protecting against blades and slugthowers than against blasters... but that's what the shielding is for. Off the job, she can be found in street clothes of any variety... though they are almost inevitably tightfitting. Aside from this, she can almost always be found wearing a knee length duster, a gift from her father.
* Weapons- An unnecessarily large collection of blades of various lengths and purposes. Vibroblades, throwing blades, two bladed Echani swords... if it possesses a cutting edge, chances are she knows how to utilize it with deadly efficiency. She'll occasionally utilize blasters or slugthrowers, but only when circumstances force her to. She's not particularly skilled with them, and loves her blades too much to willingly use something else without reason.
* Bio (short version)-
Unlike much of her race, Mira hails far from the worlds of the Miraluka. Instead, she was born on the planet Morellia, out on the edges of Wild Space in the Morellian Commonwealth. Mira's mother, a widow who's husband had died shortly after she became pregnant, had named her young daughter in an attempt to make sure that Mira never forgot her heritage, as she was going to be raised amongst outsiders who hardly knew a thing about her race. Despite being a Miraluka amongst Morellians, much of Mira's early childhood was actually enjoyable, and the nearly inevitable bullying about her lack of eyes was something which was contained to a small portion of people. For the most part, those around her were extremely welcoming to the young girl, as her mother and herself were considered to be quite interesting within their community.
Unfortunately for Mira, her relatively stable life wasn't destined to last for very long. When Mira was eight years old, her house was broken into during the night, and her mother stabbed when she fought back against the intruders, who were attempting to rob her. By chance, one of the Morellian Enforcers had been stationed nearby, and when he had heard the screams, the Enforcer had entered the house in order to investigate, and killed the criminals just as they were arguing over whether to kill Mira to eliminate witnesses. Mira was traumatized by the event, and when news reached her that her mother died in the hospital while undergoing surgery, she was hearbroken.
Now an orphan, Mira found help in the form of the Enforcer who had saved her. This man, one Jaxson Crayder, took her in and adopted her, as he himself had lost both of his parents while he was young, and perhaps saw a little something of himself in Mira.
In Jaxson, Mira found the father that she had never had. A man of strength and conviction, he was everything that Mira wanted in a father. They bonded quickly, and over the next few years, she hung onto his every word, learning every lesson he taught to her. When she was ten, Mira asked to be taught how to fight, having decided that eventually, she wanted to join the Enforcers as well. Though surprised, Jaxson was excited by the prospect of teaching his little girl how to defend herself, and so began to instruct her in the skills of a Morellian Enforcer. Having a personal preference towards bladed weapons, despite his station's official weapon being a slugthrower, Jaxson taught Mira how to fight using knives and swords. As he told Mira, guns broke quickly, but a well-made knife would last for years.
For the next eight years, Mira trained with her father, and eventually other martial artists, alongside her usual schooling and social activities. For his part, Jaxson encouraged her continuous training and attempts at reaching a level of perfection, realizing that martial arts and bladework had quickly become the one thing which Mira was able to use to express herself.
Upon turning eighteen, Mira finished finished her primary schooling, and was left with a decision on what to do with her life. Like usual, she sought advice from her adoptive father as to what she should do. Jaxson, having retired from the Enforcers the year before, recommended that she could perhaps join herself. After all, she was the daughter of a former Enforcer in good standing, and with her skills, would no doubt find herself in a high position quite quickly. Mira, however, decided against it. Though disappointed, Jaxson knew why she didn't want to join. Though he had encouraged it, and accepted it, he had realized over the years that Mira had become more and more aggressive as her studies on bladework went on, and it was clear she had no desire to be a protector. She wanted to hurt those who were like those who had hurt her mother all those years before.
And so, he suggested, she become a bounty hunter or mercenary.
It was an interesting suggestion in Mira's mind, but it was a sound one. Though she had never ventured out of the Commonwealth systems, she had seen a few bounty hunters who hailed from the Republic, and they all seemed to be rather respected, and most certainly feared. The money would be good, and she'd be able to but her skills to use. It was nearly a perfect choice.
So, after gifting her his old Enforcer duster and sidearm, Jaxson gave Mira his blessing and sent her into the galaxy.
Since then, she's taken to offering her blades for credits. Whether its to bring back a bounty's head, protect a powerful official, or assassinate some poor mercenary in his hideout, she's your girl. As long as there's a chance she'll get to kill something, and get payed for it, she'll accept those contracts with a smile.
* Sample RP-
((Good lord, it took forever to find a decent example that was relevant to this forum. Thank god for your old sites though, Cam.))
"Am I? Are you doubting your fearless leader now?"
Shadow smiled at his companion, and shrugged. This would be a rather important meeting; alot of future plans hung on to the Shadow's success here. If this faction of the Imperials supported Mandalore, both sides would gain many, many benefits, least of all a deal to remain neutral in the event of either faction gaining power. Surely, the Mandalorian's gains would outweigh the Imperials in number, but the Imperial's would be given the greatest benefit of all: immunity from the conquests of the Mandalorians.
With a slight nod, Shadow led the way to the front of the club, where two men stood guard at the doors. These men, both human, looked intimidating. Strongly built, their muscles could compare to a Wookie's. They had a look on their face that screamed menacing, and, judging by the way they carried themselves, they were incredibly confident fighters, and tough adversaries.
Shadow's daughter could kick their ass.
For all their bravado and obvious power, they were trained as well as every other Imperial grunt. In other words, the bear minimum. Plus, they were bound to be idiots. Extremely, horribly dense ones.
The two guards stopped Shadow and Kits at the door, and demanded to see identification. Shadow shook his head no. "You need no identification. Tell her Maverick has arrived." The two guards looked at each other, and then back at Shadow. The Mandalorian sighed, and pushed back the side of his cloak, revealing the holstered heavy blasters of Mandalorian make... and the lightsaber hilt on his belt.
This site made the two guards jump slightly. Shadow didn't blame them. Nowadays, lightsabers were rare, and those who had them tended to be the most deadly enemies one could make. Or the luckiest. Either way, not someone most would want to mess with. And apparently, for all their apparent stupidity, these guards knew lightsabers beat bodybuilding. The one on the right beckoned for Kits and Shadow to follow, leaving the second guard behind. Shadow turned to Kits and smiled.
The guard led them into the club, through the small crowd which inhabited it. It was a familiar site, a number of the patrons were regulars, so Shadow recognized a few of them. Most were Imperial supporters, but a few of them... a few were Mando'a sympathizers. Something which Shadow respected.
"Alright, almost there. Let's see how this goes, Kits."
Yourself
Name- Jasten
Age- 18
Years of (RP) experience- 8, or something like that.
Character Roster - Mira
