Viik'ashak Viik'ashak (Vika)
Race: Rutian Twi'lek
Age: Early-mid adulthood
Occupation: Medic, candy-hoarder
Appearance: Deep blue skin colouration, white dappling on the lekku (head-tails). 5'5" and athletic build, which she intentionally and culturally highlights with tight-fitting clothing and shiny fabrics. Extensive whip scarring across her mid back, usually hidden with clothing.
Gear: Vika usually doesn't keep too much on her person, depending instead on her "feminine charms" and "Twi'lek persuasion" to get her out of sticky situations. Bad habits die hard, no? She typically carries at least one kind of sweet, a small pistol strapped to her right thigh and three sedative darts kept wherever there may be space.
Backstory up until flying on the [insert ship name here]:A product of an earlier conflict, Vika was born to surviving members of the Twi'lek Resistance. Rebellion and back-talk are her bread and butter, having been raised on stories of desperate fire-fights and impossible odds. Her parents had lived through Ryloth's occupation as an "Imperial Protectorate" and taught their children to value a strong sense of freedom from opression - something that had kept them alive during the years of turmoil.
But a new threat has surfaced, and those living on Ryloth are observing nervously from the "safety" of the Outer Rim. Their distance wouldn't save them, as the Shadow descends once more to claim their resources, their position - and their people. Vika was one of many torn from their families as the Order began its razing of the planet for anything and everything that would deepen their influence or further their cause.
Like many of the female Twi'leks from Ryloth, Vika found herself dragged from her home and sold into slavery. Due to the despicable conditions generated by the carnage of the First Order, the slave trade is thriving once more. Unfortunately for her, the underworld boss she was sold to had a tendency for violence. Unfortunately for him, so did she.
Any and all medical knowledge Vika has is a rough patchwork gathered from tending to the wounds of her fellow mistreated slaves. For them, it was dance or die - and Vika took it upon herself to make sure they kept dancing. As such, her bedside manner (or lack thereof) leaves something to be desired.
Propositions for shared backstory: Perhaps the crew (or some of its members) made a stop-over on Nar Shaddaa. Vika would be fresh from seriously injuring her former master - a known First Order informant and sympathizer. She could have a chance encounter with them and broker a deal for escape off-world, now that a well-connected underworld gang has her on their black list.
