Post by Alia Danthari on Jan 31, 2010 23:46:36 GMT -5
Name:
Alia Danthari
Race:
Zeltron
Age:
25
Faction:
N/A
Force Sensitive:
Yes
Appearance:
Alia is about 6’ tall, and she weighs approximately 135 pounds. She is a fitly built, and is extremely athletic. She has light pink skin, which is fairly pink for a human but extremely light for one of her kind, and has deeply blue hair, a dark, rich navy blue color. Her hair flows to about the bottom of her shoulder blades and wavy. Her eyes are the color of her hair, a dark blue, and they are very focused, or seem to be. She has a rolling tattoo down her right arm, starting up at her shoulder and blacking out the top of her arm before becoming a single thick line that wraps once around, starting just before her elbow and ending on the top of her wrist, and splits into five lines, one going to each of her fingernails.
She generally wears a blood red tank top, black jeans, and a black nerf-hide jacket, with black, knee high boots with the knee high area covered with the jeans. She has a two diamond studs in her ear lobes and has a blaster pistol on her left hip, and a vibroknife up the sleeve of her jacket or on strapped to her right thigh.
Personality:
As her race is extremely empathetic, she is a fairly thoughtful person. She thinks about someone else’s mood and finds some way to raise it up. The way she was raised, as well as her culture, she strives to be a happy individual, to enjoy life, and to help others enjoy. She is dedicated to the pursuit of happiness, although she tries what she likes unless she knows what the others like, despite the fact that they may or may not enjoy it. She enjoys sex, she enjoys parties, she enjoys drink, and violence above all. She enjoys gambling, and basically anything involving adrenaline and vice. She is a renowned fighter, practicing because of the enjoyment she derives from it.
She is intelligent, as her parents forced her to get an education, despite their need to be empathetic. She knows whats going on around her at most, if not all times. She knows that she is force sensitive, however she does NOT care for the sith vs jedi crap and therefore only has a couple things down from practice.
History:
Alia was born on Zeltros to Adran and Taylena Danthari in 20 ABY. She was the only child that they had, and they spent their time on her. She wasn’t a princess, but they did teach her personally. They gave her an education by themselves until she was old enough to go to school, and then they sent her to school despite her early protestations, like most other Zeltron children. She was educated and, after school, she partied with her classmates. She partied, and learned to fight, and basically ran around being a hooligan like every other Zeltron child, and was generally allowed to do so as long as it did not harm others. She focused on fighting, and became extremely good at it. There were occasional sparring tournaments, and she usually ended up in the top three, if not winning them. She was mostly good at hand to hand, bare knuckle brawling, although she was quite good with a knife.
As she aged, she learned about the more… adult vices, and as such she evolved her enjoyment. She learned what she likes, and found that she still enjoyed a good, old fashioned fight. So, as she graduated school, she joined the police force. She entered the SWAT team, and performed a few takedowns with them. She never felt a better rush. After about 4 years, she left the police force and decided to travel the galaxy. She ended up on Coruscant and has been doing some for-hire work, as well as partying, as is her nature, for the last 3 years, and is now ready to get out and do some damage somewhere.
Role Play Sample:
*Alia strolls down the Coruscant streets and crowds, totally at home in the surrounding. She had lived here for about 3 years, and had been down this very road nearly daily. She was heading towards the agency where she works to collect her paycheck for the last job she did. She didn’t particularly need the cash, but it was always appreciated. She walks past the doorman, and smiles at him softly. The doorman liked her, she knew, and she liked encouraging it a little but never taking it too far. He grins back to her and bows slightly, and then opens the door to her.
She steps through and then walks to the elevator, riding the high speed car all the way up to the top floor. On the way she is poked and prodded with scans and tests. Once she passed and spoke her code softly, which happened to be “Zelosian Angel”, she stepped out and up to the paymaster and boss, Marlan Totalar. He smiles at her and shakes his head as she struts up.*
Hello, Alia, do you want your money?
*She laughs softly*
Of course. Why else would I be here Marlan?
*He shakes his head*
I dunno. Maybe you liked my shining Personality?
*She smirks at him and nods*
Yup, that’s it. I like your shining personality. I mean shining money. Mine, please?
*He laughs and taps a few buttons on the datapad he is holding. She checks her bank account on her own ‘pad, and notices the new transfer for 10cgi00 credits. She gives him a jaunty salute, and then steps back into the elevator and rides it down. It takes a few less seconds down than up, and then she steps out. She slips out the doors without a word, and then steps back onto the oft-walked street. She heads down to her favorite bar, to spend some of her new paycheck on booze and make some more betting and fighting.*
Alia Danthari
Race:
Zeltron
Age:
25
Faction:
N/A
Force Sensitive:
Yes
Appearance:
Alia is about 6’ tall, and she weighs approximately 135 pounds. She is a fitly built, and is extremely athletic. She has light pink skin, which is fairly pink for a human but extremely light for one of her kind, and has deeply blue hair, a dark, rich navy blue color. Her hair flows to about the bottom of her shoulder blades and wavy. Her eyes are the color of her hair, a dark blue, and they are very focused, or seem to be. She has a rolling tattoo down her right arm, starting up at her shoulder and blacking out the top of her arm before becoming a single thick line that wraps once around, starting just before her elbow and ending on the top of her wrist, and splits into five lines, one going to each of her fingernails.
She generally wears a blood red tank top, black jeans, and a black nerf-hide jacket, with black, knee high boots with the knee high area covered with the jeans. She has a two diamond studs in her ear lobes and has a blaster pistol on her left hip, and a vibroknife up the sleeve of her jacket or on strapped to her right thigh.
Personality:
As her race is extremely empathetic, she is a fairly thoughtful person. She thinks about someone else’s mood and finds some way to raise it up. The way she was raised, as well as her culture, she strives to be a happy individual, to enjoy life, and to help others enjoy. She is dedicated to the pursuit of happiness, although she tries what she likes unless she knows what the others like, despite the fact that they may or may not enjoy it. She enjoys sex, she enjoys parties, she enjoys drink, and violence above all. She enjoys gambling, and basically anything involving adrenaline and vice. She is a renowned fighter, practicing because of the enjoyment she derives from it.
She is intelligent, as her parents forced her to get an education, despite their need to be empathetic. She knows whats going on around her at most, if not all times. She knows that she is force sensitive, however she does NOT care for the sith vs jedi crap and therefore only has a couple things down from practice.
History:
Alia was born on Zeltros to Adran and Taylena Danthari in 20 ABY. She was the only child that they had, and they spent their time on her. She wasn’t a princess, but they did teach her personally. They gave her an education by themselves until she was old enough to go to school, and then they sent her to school despite her early protestations, like most other Zeltron children. She was educated and, after school, she partied with her classmates. She partied, and learned to fight, and basically ran around being a hooligan like every other Zeltron child, and was generally allowed to do so as long as it did not harm others. She focused on fighting, and became extremely good at it. There were occasional sparring tournaments, and she usually ended up in the top three, if not winning them. She was mostly good at hand to hand, bare knuckle brawling, although she was quite good with a knife.
As she aged, she learned about the more… adult vices, and as such she evolved her enjoyment. She learned what she likes, and found that she still enjoyed a good, old fashioned fight. So, as she graduated school, she joined the police force. She entered the SWAT team, and performed a few takedowns with them. She never felt a better rush. After about 4 years, she left the police force and decided to travel the galaxy. She ended up on Coruscant and has been doing some for-hire work, as well as partying, as is her nature, for the last 3 years, and is now ready to get out and do some damage somewhere.
Role Play Sample:
*Alia strolls down the Coruscant streets and crowds, totally at home in the surrounding. She had lived here for about 3 years, and had been down this very road nearly daily. She was heading towards the agency where she works to collect her paycheck for the last job she did. She didn’t particularly need the cash, but it was always appreciated. She walks past the doorman, and smiles at him softly. The doorman liked her, she knew, and she liked encouraging it a little but never taking it too far. He grins back to her and bows slightly, and then opens the door to her.
She steps through and then walks to the elevator, riding the high speed car all the way up to the top floor. On the way she is poked and prodded with scans and tests. Once she passed and spoke her code softly, which happened to be “Zelosian Angel”, she stepped out and up to the paymaster and boss, Marlan Totalar. He smiles at her and shakes his head as she struts up.*
Hello, Alia, do you want your money?
*She laughs softly*
Of course. Why else would I be here Marlan?
*He shakes his head*
I dunno. Maybe you liked my shining Personality?
*She smirks at him and nods*
Yup, that’s it. I like your shining personality. I mean shining money. Mine, please?
*He laughs and taps a few buttons on the datapad he is holding. She checks her bank account on her own ‘pad, and notices the new transfer for 10cgi00 credits. She gives him a jaunty salute, and then steps back into the elevator and rides it down. It takes a few less seconds down than up, and then she steps out. She slips out the doors without a word, and then steps back onto the oft-walked street. She heads down to her favorite bar, to spend some of her new paycheck on booze and make some more betting and fighting.*
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