Dozo was one of the last Hutt’s to be born of Aruk the great, ancient and illustrious leader of the Besadii Kajidic. The older sibling of Durga Besadii Tai (Durga the Hutt), Dozo grew up in his younger siblings shadow and yet despite this and rare for Hutt culture, the two were thick as thieves. The loyalty between “brothers” was odd among Hutts but it allowed the two to become a formidable pair. Where Durga handled the intellectual and administrative matters where Dozo was the enforcement arm of the Besadii Kajidic. When the Zann Consortium and black sun managed to somehow tear through Hutt Space (To the shock of many) it was Dozo’s valiantly planetary defense of a Hutt Throne World that allowed Durga to broke a surrender treaty between the two organized crime syndicates turned Galactic superpowers and to keep the Hutts alive. Durga became a Vigo of the black Sun and Dozo was seen to publicly condemn and betray his bother. Siding with Tyber Zann over the Black Sun it was said this was perhaps the only time the brothers had ever fought and it was the most bitter. Dozo currently runs one of the larger mercantile caravans for Zann who believes it has kept him out of the action. Outwardly Dozo appears content and loyal to Zann, his hatred of The Black Sun and vengeance towards his brother infamous.

Name: Markus Thane

Age: 25

Race: Human (Coruscanti)

Brief Bio: Born to a family of merchants on Coruscant on Level 385, young Markus learned rather quickly that the levels of Coruscant does not care for the weak, the ill-prepared. Throughout most of his early to late childhood, he often interacted with the lower... characters of the galactic underworld, courtesy thanks to his parents. He was taught to be a cutthroat, to be resourceful to his own merit. As his father once said "Trust nobody. Not even droids because they are likely to be spies." Of course, that didn't stop him from dabbling in droids and gaining some skills for engineering, but his main field has always been in trade. However, while his parents would have liked for him to be a more 'squeaky clean'-type with contacts to the underworld, Markus embraced the underworld, getting into leagues with various crime lords throughout Coruscant. While others would have favored a faction, or had been forced to join, Markus kept his wits to himself and never joined a particular side. To him, he sees it as an opportunity. Why risk your neck for some guy you never even bother to meet? After all, when there is conflict - there is money to be made, regardless of who.

Faction: None/Independent

Personality: Because of his upbringings as a merchant's son, Markus had a sense of independence which further brought on during his dealings with the underworld. He would often separate himself from being too close to one organization, just being on the outlayer to them. It was a mechanism to ensure that he would not get drag into a particular faction and risked being killed for some ideals or strength. Money is money and he would gladly trade with whoever is paying the most. In fact, if one faction is growing too much power, he would simple give supplies to the opposing side to help turn the table.

Physical description:

Equipment:
- An A180 Blaster
- A vibroknife
- Arakyd Industries Z-58-0 series Security Droid

Ship: Sojourn

Name: Virgillius Detonation

Age: Early 40's

Race: Human (Corellian)

Brief Bio: Virgillius was once a boy, one who dreamed of joining the Green Jedi. Infamously independent and principled, legendary for their decisive prioritization of their loved ones over the rest of the Galaxy, as a child of Corellia Virgillius could only stand in awe of what the Corellian Jedi represented. However, this was a time before the Clone Wars. When Corellia refused to move for the sake of the Contemplanys Hermi, that boy fell even deeper into admiration, looking forward to the day that he would be swept away to Coronet City. But that day never came, and it was what saved him from the purges of the Galactic Empire.

After that, he lived a mundane, boring life for the decades in which Palpatine ruled, until the Battle of Endor. Now, finally, after all this time Virgillius is free to act on his childhood dreams. He has sold his home. Quit his job. And sunk all his remaining savings and proceeds into the acquisition of all he needs to restart the Green Jedi.

Faction: Independent (Green Jedi?)

Why has your character joined this faction?: He seeks to restore what was once lost, and retain the independence of his childhood idols, for the sake of bringing back the glory days of Corellia.

Personality: A once bitter, lonely middle aged man who had been stuck into living a hollow existence under the tyranny of Darth Sidious, the fracturing of the Empire has found Virgillius imbued with a new lease on life. A new purpose. And so in the pursuit of his goal, to restore the Green Jedi to what they once were, he shall give anything and everything for the sake of that storied legacy.

Though force sensitive, and aware of this fact, he has had absolutely no training in the Jedi Arts over the course of his life. An opportunity robbed of him by the Jedi Purges.

Physical description: A white haired, middle aged man with a relatively toned physique in a stylistic blue trenchcoat. He wears a satisfied smile on his lips at all times, content and energized by the realization of his lifelong dream.

Equipment: The clothes on his back are almost all the equipment he needs, save the first of two items he spent sacrificed everything else for: An ancient force-imbued Katana, ancient beyond reckoning, called the Yamato. While ordinarily inert, and thus left alone by Inquisitors while they searched instead for more relevant Lightsabers and the like, Virgillius has found that in the hands of the destined Grand Master of the Green Jedi it howls with the strength of his connection to the Force. His swings are imbued with the elements to cut through all things in their path with a vacuum blade that is released with every slash.

Ship (Optional):A Star Commuter-2000, Official Designation: The Qlippoth. The second item Virgillius had spent everything upon obtaining. With it, he can now travel the stars, delivering the justice of Corellia in these lawless times to those in need.

Name: Kenth Hamner

Age: 32

Race: Human

Brief Bio: Born into a wealthy family on Corellia Kenth Hamner’s infancy was marked by the roar of the Clone Wars and spent his adolescence listening to every holorecording of every speech Senator Garm Bel Iblis ever gave, or every debate he ever participated in. As a youth, he’d spent many an hour studying the Corellian Jedi Order of old and while he never particularly believed he possessed any talent with the force Hamner spent years practicing their martial arts and embracing their philosophical ideals. As the Empire began to tighten its grip upon the Galaxy Hamner’s parents retained their staunch isolationist views and their support of Senator Iblis. Hamner felt a deeper calling, believing that isolation served a purpose up until a point, but when the galaxy burned around you ignoring it only meant you choked on the smoke. To that end at age seventeen he ran away from home and joined Senator Iblis in his rogue faction of rebels, originally as a fighter pilot and later as a logistics officer. Hamner was gifted, he had a natural aptitude for space combat as he often could see things, flashes of things an instant before they happened or could “sense” when events or people or objects were pivotal and more importantly how to “push” them or “shatter” them to achieve an end. But after a time he realized these talents were wasted in space and aerial combat, as good as he was, he was nowhere near some of the hot shot aces rising in the Rebellion. His efforts and energies turned to focusing on the supply, the strategic and the political aspect of the war and he used his skills to gain connections, form networks and amass the resources needed to fuel the engines of rebellion. Around this time, Kenth rose to the rank of Colonel and was placed in command of the forward base for Iblis rebel faction. Time alone out in the boonies, time to crunch numbers and run the administrative side of things meant time to think. Time to study, time to revisit his old hobby of collecting Corellian Jedi lore and eventually Jedi Lore in general. Over time he honed his physical skills and kept training his mind, something told him the Jedi would return as Luke Skywalker destroyed the First Deathstar Hamner had a dream of a Phoenix pulling itself out of tar. Taking this as a sign he began to procure as much of the surviving material from the old Jedi Order as he could (with the limited resources at his command, it wasn’t much) and penning his own treatise and insights on the order based on what he could find (Always being careful to note this was an amateurs insight). His studies took him to where he would practice with a sparring foil, attempting to emulate the bits and pieces of Lightsaber combat he’d picked up, fusing it with the CQC style of the old Corellian order. To his surprise, he began to feel his senses expand, his “nexus sight” (what Jedi of old called Shatterpoints), his strength and stamina as well and one day he was even able to move a cup. Hamner kept this to himself though, always questioning whether or not it was inborn skill or a byproduct of the relics around him. As Mon Mothma and Iblis joined forces and the Alliance made its march to Endor Hamner devoted more of his time to making the sacrifice of the Bothans mean something. He acquired the shuttle used to enter the sanctuary moon and made sure the Rebel strike team had all the weapons and medical equipment they needed. The eve before the famous briefing Hamner had a dream of the same tar rising to strangle the Phoenix and nearly succeeding. The hour before the shuttle carrying Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa and Han Solo departed on their fateful quest Hamner approached Luke, compelled by his dreams and the “nexus” he felt around Skywalker. Unable to explain himself, he merely told Luke not to lose hope no matter how desperate things seemed. The meeting was an odd one for both, as both men felt something potent within the other, something familiar but neither had the time to dwell on it and both parted ways with a promise to speak again. Hamner did meet Luke again a week after the final battle, asking him why Hamner wasn’t present during the festivities. “Honors like that are for ace pilots and Jedi Knights, I was one but I’m not the other, never will be. But you’re both” Luke laughed at it and when Kenth presented him with the collection he’d spent so much time amassing to “help you so you don’t have to reform an order entirely from scratch”, Luke asked him he was sure he wasn’t a Jedi. Hamner insisted he wasn’t even force sensitive, or at least he wasn’t sure if he was or not. He explained he thought it was more the artifacts and old scrolls and books and not him. Luke convinced him to come to Yavin and find out, becoming one of the founding members of the Jedi Order in the process.

Faction: New Jedi Order.
He came up on stories of Jedi, joined the Alliance and eventually he felt the call. Beyond that, he is of the firm belief that the Jedi Order must be restored, in order for civilization to flourish.

Personality: Hamner is a born politician, marrying optimism, humility and a strong sense of justice with a deeply cynical side that he keeps to himself and a sense of pragmatism born of someone who truly appreciated the wealth he was born into and the sacrifice it took to amass it. While he’s generous, he isn’t blindly so and his ability to haggle, wheel and deal and barter has earned him nicknames like “The giant Jawa” and “the Hutt that walks”. Kenth doesn’t share the trademark Corellian ego but he is as defiant as any of his people, albeit in his own way. He’s ferociously loyal to Luke and vows to fight the political battles the Grand Master of the Jedi Order is too naïve to fight. Machiavellian to a point, post the Onderron fiasco, Kenth leaked compromising data to the free press on both Mothma and Iblis and their respective factions when it was clear one of them pressured Luke into lying about the holocron. While he doesn’t personally believe in revenge, he understands how the game is played well enough to know the kind of message they’d understand verses simply being told not to politicize the order. His willingness to do dirty deeds to protect the Order is something Mara Jade has both supported and clashed with him over.

Physical description: Standing at an imposing six and a half feet, Hamner looks more the warrior than the diplomat and politician. He’s elegant, wearing a dark green tunic with the symbol of the New Jedi Order embroidered below his shoulders. He wears a pair of dark brown suede gloves and a dark blue set of Jedi Robes. Hamner has a scar running along the left side of his neck from an assassination attempt by an ex Storm Commando who wanted to kill as many Jedi’s as he could before the end. The tear to his throat left him speaking with a somewhat gravely voice. He has thick brown hair that's long and well groomed and his eyes are a dark shade of gray that's almost the color of charcoal.

Equipment: A dirk made out of Mandalorian iron, with an old Jedi Lightsaber’s crystal in the hilt. His lightsaber hilt is made of the same material and is curved. Like Mara Jade, his blade is purple, owing to a synth crystal. His fighting style is a bastard’s mishmash of form seven with his foundation being in the more conservative and less aggressive sixth form. What he calls “Solid style”

Ship (Optional): Whatever he can requisition for a specific mission.

Name:
Dremmick Valswei

Age:
26

Race:
Arkanian


Brief Bio:
He was once told of the heroes of days passed called Jedi. Though since their sudden eradication, they were just stories his parents used to tell in their dreary little slum. Now, the Zann Consortium had moved in and controlled the area, and they found themselves at the mercy of the criminal empire. Dremmick's parents had passed when he was thirteen, he never knew what of, he had just known that they weren't around anymore and never came back. He was gone at the time and there was always talk of people in the slums disappearing. He was sure that it was Zann's men pulling out slaves, when he came home, there were only signs of struggling and some bloodshed in the house for him to return to.

In the eye's of the local thugs in the Zann Consortium over then next ten years, Dremmick was a bit of a delinquent from that point forward. He constantly would assault patrols, get locked up, escape, steal, whatever it took for him to do what he thought he needed to help the people in the slums get by. When Zann's men started targeting the people to set examples and punish anyone who aided him, Dremmick became an outlaw himself, the people he tried to help turning on him for their own safety. He didn't blame them, but instead, this was a turning point for Dremmick, one that led him to start taking a more violent path.

Dremmick no longer found it a problem in is mind to start killing Zann's men to set his own examples. In fact, he did it regularly so that he could find new gear to tinker with. His mind was able to make unimaginable contraptions that he coupled with his sticky fingers to create a very specific set of gear. He thought that the people needed something to give them hope, something that would inspire them to fight. what they needed, was a Jedi.

Dremmick made gadgets that hid in plain sight, and allowed him to do things most thought were only possible for a Jedi. From the way he moved about, his insane ability to control of his muscles to almost defy gravity, to being able to seemingly use the force to push or pull enemies, leap great distances, and even a short lightsaber that he seemed to pull to his hand, even if it dropped. He even occasionally seemed to use force lightning. Though it did startle people at first, he never turned on the innocent, which led people to believe he was with neither order to begin with. His identity was always hidden behind a mask, and people started referring to him as the 'Grey Huntsman' for the constant man-hunting and the strange neutrality he had of the force. Dremmick wasn't really a fan of the name they made, it felt rather simple to him, but he guessed it was easy to remember.

Dremmick's plan ultimately succeeded, with the people in the town fighting back to make their own safe haven. With numbers growing in support, Dremmick saw it fit to leave his home, and start looking to eliminate other sources of problems in the galaxy on his own. He knew he could easily die from such a broad and impossible task, but as far as he was concerned, even if he did die now, he more than lived for a purpose even just to inspire the people fighting for freedom at his own home. Any victories from her on out were just a bonus.

During Dremmick's travels throughout the next few years, and after commandeering a ship of his own, he had learned of a thing called 'holocrons' among other artifacts. After doing some research on the matter, he found that while they were indeed valuable and he can see why the jedi would want such things, the conflicts due to their very existence led them to be to much trouble then they are worth. Maybe ridding the galaxy of a few of these would be a step in the right direction.

Faction:
none

Personality:
Can be somewhat quite, though doesn't have anything against conversation and will gladly carry one out. Not afraid to call someone's bluff or even criticize someone's statements as stupid or ignorant. Can be callous and irritable, and notably quick to judge. While some would see this as a downside, he sees it as survival. Likes to be alone at night in a secure place, though he does find company to be refreshing from time to time, he doesn't try to get to know people for the safety of both parties. Doesn't mind fighting dirty or using any tool at his disposal to win a fight, nobody won a war by fighting fair.

Physical description:

Equipment:
-Lazer blade hilt attached to the right inner forearm of his gantlet, has a very thing yet strong tether at the bottom
that is hard to notice and allows him to pull his hilt back to him should he need to. Deploys a lazer short-sword and
the hilt has been modified to look quite like a lightsaber.
-right gauntlet 'force lightning' aka parts salvaged from a arc caster to fire lightning from a node int he palm of his hand.
-left gauntlet 'force push/pull' aka magnetic pulses that works on droids, armors, and metal objects/structures.
-what the gauntlets are supposedly for, blaster and lightsaber protection, don't want to go losing any hands...
-leg armor 'force leap/speed' aka exoskeleton that allows for stronger and faster leg movements, as well as spikes for gripping
surfaces that are deployed as needed. like the gauntlet, this protects from shots and cuts as well
-helmet serves for breathing in adverse conditions, protection of the head though mostly of shrapnel, and it can change
tints on the glass as needed for his environment. Can cancel out large decibel sounds to protect hearing, or increase
volume to listen in on everything around him. Can project his voice so that he can talk easily to others with the mask on.
-ELG-3A blaster pistol with shortened barrel for easy concealment in his jacket under his left arm

-In his pouches holds two of each grenade types; stun, thermal, emp, and bacta bombs

Ship (Optional):

Name:
Eira

Age:
Programmed to 23

Race:
HRD (human replica droid)



Brief Bio:
Created to be an experimental droid for a Zann Consortium owned brothel. Made to completely replicate the functions of the human body, even in intimacy, and made to be able to please any partner given to her at any time. Reserved for high paying customers, she was also equipped to record data on all the customers she serviced, so that information could be gathered secretly on these customers and maybe used for later. While this worked for a little while, Eira seemed to have a bit more sentience and creativity than what was allowable for her duties. While the project was a success, they found Eira to not be trustworthy enough to keep in her position, and planned to decommission her and scrap her towards building a new model.

On her decommission day however, Dremmick paid a visit to this brothel, looking for a target, the man who ran it, as he was considered an underground tyrant in the local area. Dremmick got caught up by some gaurds as he snuck in and had to pretend he was a high paying customer. On short notice as they werent' expecting one of the valuable customers to arrive, they went ahead and set him up with Eira. Dremmickplayed along as best he could without trying to lay with the droid girl, and he noticed that it seemed to visibly upset her. Caught by surprise at her not just running a normal program, he ended up talking to her and finding out the situation she was in, and it seemed to upset her that she wouldn't be able to go at it one more time before being scrapped. As much as Dremmick found that statement odd, he told her not to worry about it and to follow him.

By the time Dremmick left, the owner of the brothel was electrocuted to death, his personal custom built fighter craft was missing, and the extremely expensive human replica droid was nowhere to be found, the only thing left behind from her was a data chip that linked her with the Zann Consortium and a data relay that fed her information to them. Needless to say, whenever any higher brass would come by to check on things, heads were surely to roll.

Faction:
none

Personality:
Very open sexually to a point where she casually asks or mentions things she shouldn't. Repressed in a sense that Dremmick tries not to indulge her provocative side, though this often draws complains from her from time to time and only makes her reach out to other even more. All in all though, she is fairly happy and while she is eager to talk to people she is still soft spoken and rare to shout out if not fulfilling her 'primary functions' as she calls it. This is mostly caused from her programming to default to a more soft and sultry speech module, even if she is carrying on a surprisingly normal conversation. She is not prone to conflict, though does have a few ways to defend herself or someone close to her should she feel the need to.

Equipment:
-reinforced core: skeleton is made to be sturdier than that of a human of her stature. Light metal alloy internal structure
that keeps the weight human-like while strengthening the body. Vital components are armored from damage to save her
from particularly violent customers.
-sharp fingers: if needed, Eira's fingers come to a fine point beneath the fleshy skin and can claw into or stab enemies after
the fleshy fingertips moves out of the way.
-forearm heavy blaster: Built in, short barreled DLT-19 in her right arm, must hold arm straight to use so the parts can
align and lock into place to expose the firearm. This feature was a locked feature until Dremmick hacked into it and
allowed her to access it.
-Data link: an extendable cable front he back of her neck that she uses to create data links with any interface from ships
to control panels, to maintenance ports, to data centers, she can link to it through this data link.

Energy gathering methods:
-Biofuel tank: Eats like anyone else to fuel her system, however, she is able to burn 100% of the biofuel she ingests into
energy, leaving nothing to waste.
-Solar hair fibers: hair absorbs light and converts it to energy
-Thermal skin charger: Her skin absorbs heat and transfers it into energy, however, she can also replicate body temperature in
her skin layers as well should a companion wish to feel her warmth as well.
-Energy consumption: can orally drain an energy cell, including blaster cartridges of their energy, like a kid with a juice box.
-Data link charging: can charge while her data link is plugged in.

Name: Tasaia Straka

Age: 38

Race: Farghul

Brief Bio: Tasaia remembers very little from her childhood and early teens as it was all a haze of sedative induced docileness. Slavers stole her from the Farrfin city of Jahhnu after her parents stung the slavers with a sabacc scam. The slavers were penniless and took their daughter to repay the losses. Her parents, being unarmed and unable to compete with blasters, had to let them go. Tasaia was kept sedated as she grew to prevent any sort of attacks on anyone owning her. Until she turned fourteen, owners of her used her for two things: house duties and eye candy. She was cute and soft, so she would be on a couch by her owner at events to put visitors at ease and give her owner something to pet.

She was not a slave long enough to become involved in dancing or prostitution. Her owner, a human of Susevfi, attracted the attention of the Jensaarai after a small incident of Tasaia inadvertently Force Pushing a visitor that was petting her too hard. The Jensaarai, a human woman named Kiara Straka, found the sedated slave and decided to take her in for training. As expected, her owner was frothing, but attempting to combat Kiara led to him bisected from her lightsaber. Tasaia's first memories were of three days after that, waking up in a Jensaarai medical bed with Kiara asleep across her lap.

The two grew close, Kiara treating the young Farghul much like her daughter, even going so far as to name her and share a surname. Tasaia took to the training well, her predatory nature and independant mindset leading her to learn and perfect techniques easily. By the age of sixteen, she had reached her first milestone of mastering the basics. By eighteen, she made her lightsaber, an unusual combination of dual phase and saberstaff. The saber, when only using one side, could be extended up to three meters in length, functioning much as a two-handed sword. Unlike her peers, she did not gather her own crystal due to the short time of her training. Instead, she intentionally made four compressed synth crystals that made her saber midnight blue with an indigo core. The compressed crystals made the blade thinner and small energy oscillations run up the blade every three seconds. This afforded greater precision and control, thus making the extremely long blade of the dual phase much easier to control. Following her creation, Tasaia resumed her training, taking it at an accelerated pace.

She managed to fully catch up to her peers and began crafting her armor within one year. While she was busy crafting and imbuing her armor, the isolation of her meditation and forging insulated her from the sudden partial purge of her people. Her mother was one of the casualties. Following the mediation and crafting in the isolated base, she was informed of her loss and the events as she was elevated to the status of defender. Feeling alone for the first time in her life, Tasaia went into self-imposed seclusion, training and working alone as she grieved Kiara's death at the hands of Palpatine. After a year, she decided to leave the planet and the Jensaarai behind. She felt no more kinship with them nor did she continue sharing their isolationist ideas. Tasaia, through a combination of her Force powers to mask her appearance and the help of a smuggler, managed to get offworld without incident.

Once offworld, she discovered that the smuggler was also Force sensitive and was actually a part of a lesser known tradition. The Disciples of Twilight, as the man explained, worked quietly from within a society to protect and help the citizens. They particularly opposed tyranny and abuse of power. The smuller, actually a Disciple, let the young ex-Jensaarai know that he sensed her power and sought to potentially bring her into the fold. Luckily, Tasaia was drawn naturally to the Disciple mindset and decided to join him. From there, she traveled to Dyspeth and trained. Her already considerable ability with Force Illusion made her learn the unique powers of the Disciples within short order. Her mastery of the new powers came a year later. In 2 BBY, she finally left Dyspeth and began travelling the galaxy, protecting people as she went. This was a direct continuation of her training.

She observed the infancy and development of the rebellion into a full-feldged military power. She saw the Empire cracking down on civilians. The war was not overly interesting to her as she had her hands full preventing the corruption and mistreatment of citizens, especially non-humans, among Empire territories. Her travels ended temporarily when she had to make a crash landing on Yavin IV following a pirate attack. On Yavin, she found the remnants of the Rebel base and some leftover ship parts and items. Using her technical ability and trial and error, Tasaia developed enough expertise in her ship model to repair and modify it using the parts she could find and salvage. She found a servant droid and astromech droid powered down but still intact. Upon reactivation, the droids became mainstays in her life for the 3 years she was alone, affording her some proficiency in binary.

Once the modification and settling was finished, it was a scant few days before Luke arrived on the moon. Seeing them on some long range scanners that she managed to mostly reactivate, Tasaia managed to hide herself and ship in a nearby jungle. The Jedi landed and began whatever he had intended. Thus, since then, Tasaia has kept herself and her ship cloaked, making ventures to observe Luke's plans and actions while sensing no Dark Side in the group.

Faction:
Disciples of Twilight: Defected from Jensaarai after Disciples helped her learn of the galaxy, and she agreed with their worldview.

Personality: Possessed of a highly independant streak and focus, Tasaia is an autodidact more often than a student. She will find materials or processes and learn them on her own rather than relying upon a group. However, she is very used to directed learning as she spent years under the guidance of Kiara. These traits make her highly knowledgeable and well-rounded in a variety of topics as well as granting her at least a passable skill in many procedures. Her self-education focused primarily upon medical and mechanical fields. Her mechanical expertise is mostly restricted to blasters, weapons, and armor for sentients.

Outside of her education, she tends towards being witty and gregarious, often accidentally invading someone's personal space. What transpires next is very much feline. If she has been enjoying the company or meets a friend, she will then generally rub up against them a little. If not, she will normally not even get close. She holds her head high and is far from meek, though her small size and relatively high chance to simply first observe makes her prone to being forgotten. She finds the sudden surprise of when she speaks up quite amusing.

She is virtually aromantic, though it is more a facade than an actual aversion to romance. It is partially a fear of loss and partially a matter of not yet finding someone she could like in that way. In addition, she has absolutely no interest in marriage or children and finds very small children annoying. Adults that tend to act childlike also tend to grate on her nerves.

Tasaia is not prone to conning people, but she uses her innate conning ability to outsmart or con those harmful to the citizens around her. She usually uses this cunning in day to day life to play some pranks or games with friends or interested parties. She is not afraid to use the Force when playing games to increase her chances of winning. Her favorite games are Chatta-ragul and Dejarik, with her preferring the latter.

Despite not being a mechanic, she has developed enough talent to maintain and modify her own ship. She could do some basic repairs and maintenance on other models of ship, but she is only particularly familiar with XS freighters and the modifications she made to her own. She does have a technical aptitude for crafting items and can function as an armorer and weaponsmith as well as being able to craft and modify blasters.

She is multilingual, being fluent in Basic, Huttese, and Farghul. She, while not completely fluent in it, is able to understand droidspeak enough to communicate with her astromech droid. Both droids are precious to her and maintained meticulously. She intentionally will not memory wipe them and allowed them to develop their own personalities, finding it comforting to have almost biological company. She learned Farghul during her Disciple training as a way to reclaim at least a little bit of her ethnic heritage.

Physical description: Straka stands at an impressively short, for a Farghul, 5'1". Her short height is made up for with her enhanced strength and speed, courtesy of her species and her felinoid status giving her leaner muscle for the same strength. Her seemingly curvy and soft exterior is quickly shattered for anyone touching her. Each movement felt betrays her densely packed muscles. Her fur is of an uncommonly dark variant and is kept well groomed. For some reason, much to her own comfort and the delight of others, she never lost the softness of her kitten fur, essentially staying adorably soft and warm to the touch. Her hair shares this softness, though it is much thicker than her body fur. Her golden eyes are obviously feline in nature and even have the tapem lucidum, granting her strong night vision and the trademark glowing eyes at night shared by many mammals. Her claws are kept clean and sharp, always ready to bite into a foe that manages to catch her unarmored. This overall grants her an attractive and seemingly inoffensive look with only her claws and sharp canines granting any hint of her predatory ability.



Ship (Optional): Modified XS Freighter called Kitten's Ire

Modifications:
1. Addition of 1 Astromech Droid and 1 Servant Droid after crash. It had 4 astromechs and 2 servant droids already. (They are models that have inherent limitations and thus cannot develop personalities)
2. 6 sets of passenger sleeping rooms, able to house two passengers per room. (12 total passengers)
3. Conversion of excess space into fuel storage and power production (reducing it to 50 tons of cargo space from its original 300)
4. Hyperdrives upgraded to Class 1
5. Part of the inside is converted to a captain living quarters, another part has a crafting area, and there is a small medbay. A full sized galley sits by the captain quarters.The central area of the ship is a large living area.
6. Hull has been updated with lighter, stronger materials, allowing for the same strength with reduced weight and bulk on the inside. (20% reduced internal bulk for the same RU)
7. Deflector shields have been modernized and rebuilt for both ray and particle shields.
8. Addition of two ion cannons, one on the bottom of each wing tip.
9. Addition of additional "wing" to produce symmetry and allow one more laser cannon hardpoint.
10. Replacement of laser cannons with stronger, 1000 terrawatt versions and making all three turreted.