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[center][h1][color=ffd700]‘Itzi’[/color][/h1][/center]
[b][color=ffd700]Name:[/color][/b] Itzamatul ‘Itzi’ Ku
[b][color=ffd700]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=ffd700]Age:[/color][/b] 30
[b][color=ffd700]Nationality:[/color][/b] Kingdom of Hunyunak
[b][color=ffd700]Appearance:[/color][/b] Of both average stature and build, with dark brown eyes and jet black hair, Itzi is not uncommonly mistaken for Inburian, at least until she speaks; then her ‘foreign’ accent tends to give her away. With her hair generally in a single thick braid and the hands of someone used to manual work, she favours simple and practical pants and long sleeves. If she happens to be wearing anything that exposes her arms, legs or any of her torso, she’s fairly covered in traditional Ikitani tattoos from collar to wrist to ankle.

[b][color=ffd700]Personal Effects:[/color][/b]
[url=https://i.etsystatic.com/24477041/r/il/11ab5b/2887895312/il_fullxfull.2887895312_98z5.jpg]Necklace[/url] (A gift from her parents when she left home)
[url=https://i.pinimg.com/474x/ad/80/32/ad80320c146fc2f614e4912adb5ff9ea.jpg]Brass pocket watch[/url]
[url=https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fimage.invaluable.com%2FhousePhotos%2Fmartelmaidesauctions%2F29%2F730229%2FH1117-L300975213_original.JPG&f=1&nofb=1&ipt=bac54b14f4c807e89b5541568af130bd1a52ea1fe75f59388f7ceb6ff374bfde&ipo=images]Boot knife[/url]
[url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/70/Frederic_Laboureur_Colt_1903_Pocket_pistol-2013.19.1-IMG_7577-white.jpg/1280px-Frederic_Laboureur_Colt_1903_Pocket_pistol-2013.19.1-IMG_7577-white.jpg]Harlan Arms Model 32.[/url]
Wallet[list]
[*]Work permit for the [i]Even Giver[/i] (General Crew)[/list]

[hr][color=ffd700][h3][center]Background[/center][/h3][/color]

[b][color=ffd700]What is your job:[/color][/b] Pilot/Helmsman by choice, General Labourer by necessity

[b][color=ffd700]Backstory:[/color][/b] One of many children born to her large family on a farm outside the Hunyunaki capitol, Itzi grew up like many children in her situation did, with little to no formal education and learning to ‘work’ on the farm as soon as she was old enough to be trusted with at least simple tasks. It was a tough life, but not a bad one; the family didn’t have much but they cared for one another and their friends and neighbours as best they could.

One day when she was about 7 or 8 she accompanied a couple of her older siblings on a market trip into the city to sell their produce at market; their father usually did this but he’d taken ill. During that trip she saw her first Zeppelin, a lumbering bulk of a cargo hauler waddling its way into dock; the sight fascinated her and from then on, whenever possible she took to accompanying her father (or whoever else) on sporadic trips into the city. When she was there, she did all she could to talk with Zeppelin crews, asking them not just about what they saw, but just [i]how[/i] they did their jobs. Some were less than enthused to be pestered by a child and expressed themselves as much, but others were more forthcoming and humoured her…usually until one of Itzi’s family had to come and drag her away. At fifteen she told her parents of her intention to join one of these crews, not only to fly off to see the world, but so she could send money back home; the only other real future available being staying here to work the farm until being married off to one of a handful of uninspiring local boys; [i]not[/i] something she was willing to consign herself to.

At first her parents were more than a little hesitant to let her try, but she pointed out that from her questionings, a basic crewmans wages were better than what the farm made and by now her oldest siblings had children of their own old enough to help around the farm. Eventually they agreed, but only if she could find work within the next few months; Itzi accepted the stipulation and set off to the city a week later.

From friends and contacts in the city she’d already known of an older freighter the [i]‘Valdez’[/i] that had come into port, with the crew complaining at the bars about running short handed. Bold as anything when she got to the city, she headed straight to the [i]‘Valdez’[/i] and marched up the gangway to see the captain. While he was understandably hesitant to take on a random girl that’d marched in to see him, he agreed to at least hear her out. Up front, she told him that while she couldn’t read or write, she could cook and clean, was used to hard work and long hours and was willing to learn anything that was asked of her. Eventually he relented and agreed to take her on when the [i]‘Valdez’[/i] shipped out in a few days; from there she rushed home for a tearful goodbye to her family before setting off.

In the years since she’s proven that despite no formal schooling she is quite smart; learning to read, write and speak several languages, both Zeppelin and aeroplane flying, general Zeppelin maintenance and a host of other duties that are common to ship’s crew. She’s also managed to both keep sending money home and even returns there from time to time, though the Kingdom of Hunyunak isn’t exactly on any major trade routes.

In their opening attacks, Calarian shells struck several warehouses in the commercial port including one next to the [i]Even Giver[/i] the Zeppelin she was currently crewing aboard. Unfortunately the warehouse must have been storing volatiles of some kind, as when it was struck it exploded rather spectacularly, with debris sadly shredding the [i]Even Giver[/i] and setting the wreckage alight; the only thing that save Itzi was that she ways away enjoying shore leave and was in the process of making her way back (thoroughly broke) when the attack happened. Now like so many others, she finds herself trapped and looking to escape the besieged city of Inbur.
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