Player Characters

[Faily]

Our protagonists

• Ava Serala
• Adrienna D'avir
• Chomaron Paladash
• Virillo Kamon
• Vys Quo`bari
• Kurst'Teffa'Murac
• Jedra Cha
• HK-51
• Pirri
• Isond Vaal
• Kaddhur

[Ava Serala]

Ava Serala

Species: Zeltron
Age: 24
Hair: Ocean Green
Eyes: Maroon
Height: 1.78 m
Build: Impeccable Hourglass
Background: Wealthy Galactic Citizen
Marital status: Single and ready to mingle

As one would expect of a Zeltron, Ava's physical appearance is rather attractive by conventional standards. While much of it is natural of her species, she is obsessed with the preservation and amplification of her beauty. Skincare, makeup, flattering clothing choices, the list goes on and on. And in terms of preferences, she aims for the top shelf.

But she's more than her physical appeal. Even if she were without her pheromones, she'd still exude an aura of unmatched confidence and amiability. Her chin is kept high and every step is taken with light-hearted grace. Though it may be difficult to garner her attention, when it is earned, she takes care to make people feel heard, understood. They have earned her favor and it can be the most wonderful experience.

Despite her ability to garner attention, she seems to prefer uplifting other people's reputations rather than her own. She has embraced the perception of her being a "prize to be won," attaching to important government and/or corporate officials at high-class events.

[Adrienna D'avir]

Adrienna D'avir

Species: Human
Age: 30-ish
Hair: Black, White Highlight
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'7
Build: Toned, Fighter

A cold glare is all many ever know of Adrienna, as it scares off most un-noteworthy people. Which makes for an actually enjoyable experience talking to her, because she rarely has to worry for someone being uninteresting. She's a mercenary turned ship captain who carries herself with confidence. Confidence gained alongside the stories that the scars across her face merely hint at. Many have gotten the stories of a few, but with so many stories it's hard to say which ones are true or not.

Being Captain of the Salky Hound she brought on a few others whom work together in a mutual partnership some years ago. A partnership whom were all mutually invited to this little get-together.

Though she seems a serious woman, the captainship has certainly given her a preference for spending her evenings where they serve drinks, conversation, and maybe even a spot of gambling if the odds are in her favor that night. However, the ship is not the only one of her possessions worthy of note. Adrienna wears twin vibroblades on her belt on her lower back. Each of these two weapons have an intricate metal inlay, one silver and the other gold.

[Chomaron Paladash]

Chomaron Paladash

Species: Karkarodon
Age: Mid 20's
Skin: Countershaded; tattooed
Eyes: Black
Height: Tall
Build: Muscular
Teeth: Lots

Whatever your unit of measurement, Chomaron Paladash has a lot of mass. As with all of his species he is rarely still for long. Up close he primarily seems to be composed of muscle, teeth, and confidence. Viewing him from a distance feels like a sensible precaution.

To his friends "Chomps" is a resourceful, powerful, and reliable ally, although his temper sometimes gets the better of him. To his enemies... So many teeth.

Those who hire Chomaron are usually looking for their target to be brought in alive, although he has made several notable exceptions. As an independent Bounty Hunter he makes less regular money than guild member, but he greatly prefers the freedom to choose his contracts.

Presently, Chomps is the Pilot of the Salky Hound. The arrangement suits him well as Captain Addy and Vys are far better at the interpersonal stuff, and allow him to focus on the fun parts of flying and Bounty Hunting. Each of the partners have been invited to Olon's shindig on their own merits, but having the whole crew along for the ride makes life a touch easier.

[Virillo Kamon]

Virillo Kamon

Species: Clawdite
Age: Early 30s
Skin: Dark green
Eyes: Yellow
Height: Unremarkable
Build: Wiry

Virillo is a smiling, slimy and sophisticated (at least, he seems to think so) performer. With a natural talent for mimicry above and beyond even the high Clawdite standard he has found ready employment in the strangest of circumstances, a standup comedian specializing in impressions.

While he loves the limelight and the adoration of a crowd (two things rare for a Clawdite) his expensive tastes have also seen Virillo take some....less usual gigs. In the past he became a republican consular representative for a week during the Borogdan Affair, while a year earlier he attempted with mixed success to play the part of three underworld kingpins who all wanted to send body doubles to the same meet.

For the last little while he has been running in Olon's Crew as a contractor called in whenever they need an infiltration specialist. Like most of his companions he harbours the hope of one last big score, but Virillo is also old enough now to know that most folks don't ever got a shot at something like that. So good pay and excitement will have to do until then.

[Vys Quo'bari]

Name: Vys Quo`bari (He/Him)
Vys Quo'bari. Art by Kim Stramat http://www.kstramat.com


Species: Umbaran
Age: 22
Gender Presentation: male
Height: 1.82 meters
Build: Lean and athletic
Hair: Platinum white, high and tight into a faux-hawk/rockabilly pompadour, clean shaven on the facial hair
Eyes: Lilac
Skin tone: Pale Purple
Notable Features: Easy going smirk, hint of mischief in the eyes. Wears a fur-lined trench and his scanner goggles, usually pushed up to his forehead when not actively using them. One eye is augmented with cybernetics, but subtly so, more like a high tech contact lens
Marital Status: Available

Background - Born and Bred

Umbarans have a unique understanding. Fortunes rise and fall, but never because of malicious intent. Every fall is an opportunity to rise again. Every success is worthy of celebration. House Quo`bari took a unique route to rising from the ashes. The family turned to independent logistics and shipping for other higher landed nobles. Moving packages and personnel that maybe no one wanted to have records of.

Vys is the latest in a long line of Quo`bari. The youngest of three, and has taken to the family business, and fallen in service to Olon. Vys quickly takes a stab at any "opportunity" that this "patron" brings forth.

Vys is easy going, charming with a quick wit and trigger finger to match. His own understanding of the Force is incomplete, so he has to put together a mishmash of superstition and fragments of knowledge from people he has encountered.

It's a big galaxy, and this is only the beginning...

[Teffa]

Kurst'Teffa'Murac

Species: Chiss
Age: 24
Hair: Grey, with purple tips
Eyes: Crimson
Height: 5'4"
Build: Slender
Background: Wealthy Galactic Citizen
Occupation: Gambler, Her own Captain, and Trucker
Marital Status: Single



Appearance
Teffa is a Chiss, as her blue skin and red eyes would easily give her origins away. Her long length of hair is a shade of grey with a slight hint of purple at close to the end of her tips. However, she does seem atypical of other Chiss as she appears to be warm, friendly, and smiles easily. She has been around the galaxy, had several spins of her fortunes, and adopted a few roles in her time. When it comes to her taste in fashion, she's something of a chameleon and often will strive to dress for the occasion. She could easily dress to impress and turn heads or simply something functional to lend out a helping hand. She hasn't gotten by this far by not being flexible when need be.

The Trunk and RB-414
Teffa is the captain of the Trunk, an old freighter that was won from a game of Sabbac, where ships are often traded for ownership. The Trunk with some obvious patches of steel on the hull as quick fixes from the wear and tear. Its interior smells of old machine oil and scrap metal from more than a few decades of use. The cargo hold is often populated with various cargo and empty containers from some jobs she was in the middle of and some forgotten ones. Her only personal accessory to the ship is the bundle of acorns hung at the cockpit with a distinctive scent of spruce.

To call her a captain might be a generous title as the Trunk only has a crew of two, including herself. Her droid, RB-414 ("Arbee" for short), mostly spends its time on board the Trunk and keeps itself reclused to the daily chores.



Art by Joanne Kwan

[Jedra Cha]

Jedra Cha

Species: Pantoran
Age: Late 20’s
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Height: 5'6
Build: Politician
Occupation: Con man
Marital status: Con man



Appearance
Because of his blue complexion, dark hair and red eyes Jedra finds himself mistaken as a Chiss fairly often - something he doesn’t particularly mind seeing the sort of life he lives. Still, anyone with keen eyes and some rudimentary knowledge would be able to tag him as Pantoran that he actually is as distinct clan markings - black geometric tattoos - cover most of his neck. Outgoing and chatty, Jedra will discuss almost anything with almost anyone with a faint smile on his lips. Despite his young age the young scoundrel has managed to travel from the core to the rim and back, living the life of a vagrant, too restless to stay anywhere for a long period of time. The young man favors well cut jackets made from finest ice-spider silks and wears ostentatious amounts of jewelry as befitting a man pretending to be a wealthy merchant.

[HK-51]

Species: Hunter Killer Droid
Age: Age is but a number, inferior to the number of jobs I have done
Hair: Chrome
Eyes: Optical
Height: 5'4
Build: Built to hunt and kill
Occupation: Annihilator
Marital status: Coy statement: wouldn't you like to know?

Obligatory Introductory Statement:
This beautiful specimen was forged in the bowels of a secretive organization, an upgrade on the existing, obsolete models of murderdroids. I take a professional pride in my work, elevating it from a mere service to an art form. While not annihilating unfortunate meatbags (it's always the meatbags, no one bothers to hire an assassin on a droid, no respect I tell you) I also prefer to delve into the nature of existence, and on occasion, the ways to end it from a distance.

Statement of crossed paths:
- I have done many, many, many (and even more) contracts on unfortunate individuals, both as part of the MX Annihilator Network and before. Perhaps you were an audience to one of my performances/executions?
- Do you enjoy tinkering with your beloved instrument of destruction? Perhaps we have met while at Blaster Con, or somewhere else to workshop around guns
- I have dabbled in poetry, though I must confess, the galaxy was not yet ready for my literary genius

[Pirri]

“Pirri”

Core name: Pirri
Full Name: You probably don’t know it
Species: Chiss
Gender: Female
Age: late teens/early 20s [roughly equivalent to mid-late 20s in human age]
Occupation: Thief
Hair: Violet blue
Eyes: Red
Skin: Average blue
Height: 171cm
Build: Slim-ish, but fit - sort of midway between ballerina and pole vaulter
Pair-bond status: Nobody knows (but nope)

Appearance:
Slender and too twitchy to be exactly graceful, Pirri prefers to fade into the background and dresses herself accordingly. At a quick glance, she could as easily be an office drone, a maintenance worker, or a schoolteacher. Outside of the moments when she breaks out her more acrobatic professional skills, there's nothing too remarkable-looking about her (as compared to any other Chiss, at least), and that suits her just fine.

She often wears tinted glasses or goggles anywhere that doing so is likely to pass unremarked. She likes that with her eyes masked, even her species becomes ambiguous, and it also absolves her of the discomfort of remembering when and how she's supposed to make eye contact with strangers.

Assessment:
Some beings are in this life because there's something they need, or need to get away from--one last big job, and then they'll go straight and start a family, or retire to that quiet lake house and take up hydro-cross-stitch.

Not Pirri. She's the other kind of person you find in the life, the kind who lives for the thrill of the score and would take on a big job even if she didn't need the money. She specializes in second-story work (or third-story, or thirtieth), the trickier and more vertiginous the better.

She’s been doing the work for a few years and is picking up a reputation for skill and flair (and a certain amount of eccentricity), but little is known about where she came from—besides “Chiss space,” presumably—or who she was before she appeared in the rarefied world of Stealing Expensive Things.

[Isond Vaal]

Isond Vaal
(she/they/he are all good)

Species: Human
Age: mid-30's
Hair: Brown with dyed streaks
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5' 7"
Build: Athletic, but unfortunately still mostly meat.
Occupation: legitimate mechanic, less legit slicer for hire
Marital status: unattached

Isond fits just fine in the not-so-fancy corners of the galaxy, where they can focus on fixing things, or poking around in computers for interesting information. Known as a discreet and competent slicer and mechanic, she's been finding contracts for the past few years, mostly out in the Rim.

Her brown, mid-length, leather coat hangs heavily, either of higher quality than the style would suggest, or weighed down with half a dozen tools tucked into pockets. The bulky coat and their height make Isond rather gender-ambiguous; something the haphazard hairdo does little to clear up. Streaks of synthetic (denim blue this week) add color to his mid-brown hair, rather obviously cut to be just barely out of the way.

There's a constantly watchful air about Isond when not tightly focused on a job or project. But in the midst of fixing something? They can forget things like food, sleep, the fact that nearby beings might not appreciate the sounds of welding and repair at all hours...

[Kaddhur]

Khaddur

Natural-Born Flier | Mandalorian | Plucky | Easily Ruffled | JETPACK!

Species: Sathari
Age: Late Fledgling
Feathers: Deep blue lightening and going to emerald green at the trailing edges of the wings. A white patch going back from his beak around his eyes.
Plumes: Four, .6 m long, blue, with white-and-dark-blue eyespots on the tips.
Eyes: Four red in black eye-rings
Height: 1.8 m
Build: Naturally ighter in mass than a human of similar height, of medium built by Sathari standards. Given more volume by feathers and garb.
Background: Non-Republic citizen

Khaddur is a young Sathari wearing armor in a distinct, but clearly Mandalorian, style. He offers no surname or clan name, although if pressed he is quick to explain that this is not because he is exiled, rogue, or disgraced, but rather because of a solemn oath he swore and a quest he has undertaken. He will happily tell in generalities of the proud Sathari of Arar, who joined the Neo-Crusaders during the Mandalorian Wars. They are the most cunning of warriors, the past, current, and forever masters of death from above. The crusades are over, but his people still honor the Mandalorian way by seeking glory and wealth in the stars before returning to the nomadic idyll of Arar.

Khaddur’s youth shows in his temperament, which is by turns uncertain and confident, with brashness used to badly paper over the gap between the two. He is quick to boast about his piloting, his marksmanship, and his mastery of nomadic life on Arar. Anyone who’s seen him fly is probably satisfied as to why Olon might have recruited him, because it’s probably hard to find a better getaway driver, and he’s been working with her group for a short period of time already. He’s also straightforward, in possession of great physical courage, friendly (if not ruffled), and capable of offering his trust quickly and deeply.

On the other hand, while no naif or primitive, he clearly hasn’t been out in the larger galaxy long, and deals with his ignorance without much grace. He has a bad habit of talking when he should listen, pretending to wisdom and experience he hasn’t earned, and generally making a mess out of “fake it till you make it.” His prickly adolescent pride and desire for approval mean he’s quick to take offense and likely to respond to real or imagined insults in kind or with a demand for an apology. Because of this, he’s been on the losing side of his fair share of drunken fights, during which he’ll take his bruises and boast in good humor the next day about how much worse the other parties must be feeling. More serious consequences have been avoided through a combination of luck, Olon’s protection, and a skirmisher’s willingness to temporarily retreat from an untenable position without considering it personal cowardice.

Although closed-mouthed about himself and his past, he sometimes lets slip that his family is of note back home on Arar. This leads people to wonder why his gear looks so careworn, or why there’s a conspicuous void where the vaunted jetpack is supposed to attach to his armor. Perhaps it has something to do with his oath? Asking too many questions drives him to a rude change of topic or a surly silence.

UPDATE D1EM: He has a new jetpack. He's very happy, preening and fussing over it like it's a freshly laid egg.

Misc notes/hooks:

*Boy clearly needs both friends/peers and sensible mentors. And/or is a ripe target to be taken advantage of by people pretending to be those things. Just sayin'.
*If you've been around/with Olon's gang in the months before game start, we might have met.
*The Mando-Sathari frequently go abroad. There's only one planet of them and it's a big galaxy, but you might have at least heard of others who've made more of themselves than Khaddur has so far.
*Don’t mention “Rising Pheonix” unless you want a highly technical conversation about different jetpack styles and techniques.

[Alsten Linth]

Alsten Linth

Species: Human
Age: 17 or so
Eyes: Grey
Height: 173 CM
Build: Are you sizing me up or checking me out?
Occupation: Trouble maker
Marital Status: Single

Description:

It's hard to tell much about Alsten's appearance at first glance other then his faces. He tends to a bit baggier clothing choices and jackets that do much to hide his form. He's not bad looking for a young man, some might even call him handsome. Inspection in more relaxed setting will also reveal he is quite fit, both limber and rather strong. Not that he spends too much time around people in relaxed settings.

Hailing from Nar Shadda it's easy to tell the youth grew up rough. He doesn't have much of a sense of fashion and is known to have a rather foul mouth. His facial expressions tend towards frowns and scowls at most times, though an occasional smile has been known to peek through, at least among friends. A bit of an oddity comes out sometimes when he works. Though usually gruff, Alsten does seem to have a bit of charm he can call on when the job calls for it. Not that it's seen much at other times.

The young man's skill set is wide, and it's rather easy to tell he's dabble a bit in several different brands of crime. Though he is likely best at burglary and petty theft. Everyone needs a five fingered discount every now and then. His skill has improved a bit, having spent the last year or two around Olon's crew., and while he is not around all the time, his face is likely known to others that move in the old woman's circle.