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9 yrs ago
just watched the last episode of Poldark..... OMG I can't wait for the next season!!!!!

Bio

A little about me;

-I am female
-I can roleplay both genders
-I write two or more paragraphs (I tend to mirror my partner though)
- I am a mature role player, so R rated themes don't bother me.
- I am able to be get on at least 1-3 times a week

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Name:
Vilvoy Aamarr (Voy)
Species:
Miraluka
Age:
20
Planet of Origin/Birth:
Alpheridies
Force Sensitive Y/N: yes

Appearance:


Skills/Abilities:
-Force sight - enhanced the bearer's visual and spatial perception even in the dark or behind walls.
-Quick reflexes - Thanks to having Force sight, her reflexes are faster then most.
-Basic Combat Training - Upon joining the Alliance she was trained in all area's of combat, she never took to one area.
-Patients - Vilvoy has been noted with having great patients and willing to wait out just about any situation
-Limited Force Ability - Being a Miraluka means she has a greater understanding of the force, but her ability to use it is limited as she has little training and her midichlorian count is lower than the average Miraluka.


Equipment:
- Her Visor - Knowing that most species find it disturbing to look at her kind without something covering where their eyes would been, she has it on constantly.
- Standard Alliance uniform
- Multi-weapon
- Blastech A280 blaster rifle
- Blastech DH-17 blaster pistol
- Very Basic survival/med kit


Psychological Profile:
Vilvoy is a patient person that is willing to take a long route if it means keeping people alive, this can cost time. She is clever and never makes a decision rashly, she is finding it slightly hard to adapt to the constant changes of war. As some things need to be decided in a moments notice which is hard for her. She likes to examine every detail of a situation before giving an order, which is why she is a simple "grunt". She follows orders well even if it goes against what she believes is the right course of action.
With that being said she is also quiet, and doesn't talk much unless spoken to or if her squad leader needs her to "see" through something. Needless to say she has saved her last squad a few times with her ability to use the force, and this has been noted in her profile. But her ability to the force wasn't enough to save her last squad, she didn't "see" incoming enemy forces fast enough and more than 3/4th's of her squad died.
"Hearing your friends die is worse than watching them die." She carries the shame and scars of that fight, this is one of the reasons why she likes to go over plans. During these hard time she prays to her peoples gods and tries to meditate on the force.


History:
Vilvoy was born on her peoples adopted homeworld of Alpheridies before her parents left to join the Rebels shortly after the destruction of the Jedi order. Her parents were strong in the force and to help those that were being oppressed, they helped form what would be called the Rebel Alliance or The Alliance. She did most of her growing up on ships and rebel bases, which caused most people to question her parents ability to take care of a child. But they wouldn't have it any other way, they wanted her to "see" the struggle of others and understand that the Empire is wrong. It was during this time she learned to be patient and not run into situations that could prove deadly, as she could feel some of the pain around her.

When she was in her teen years her parents promised her to be a fighter for the Alliance, and it was expected of her to accept this without complaint. During those years she learned basic combat and force skills, as her parents were away fighting and recruiting. This left little time to be with their only child, but they trusted that she would be taken care of by those they trusted. Vilvoy learned fast, but never took to being great in one area of combat nor did her ability to use the force rival her parents. This disappointed those in command but they weren't about to turn her away, as they could always use a "seer". Once she had completed her basic training she got a message saying that both her parents had been tricked into a trap by someone that they had trusted and were killed in the fire fight that took place.

The Alliance had given her time to recover from the news, but she knew that her parents would want her not to dwell on their death. So after only a week she asked to be put into a squad and be part of the fight. They placed her in 14th platoon, bravo company, which were sent on a few missions where Vilvoy's force abilities proved useful and saved their lives. But even a force user can become distracted, this happened in the last mission her squad had. Some how the enemy found out that the company had a Miraluka and so set up a distraction and as she focused on the ploy, her company got flanked. The firefight that took place was a desperate one and many fell within the first assault, during this time Vilvoy could feel her friends dying and could hear them as they suffered. Her ability to focus was hindered and was truly blind for about an hour, before she was able to get her focus back and fought like a mad Reek. But with all her abilities, she was unable to stop other from dying.
What was left of her company was rescued by the Alliance forces, but she will always relive that day and how she failed her company.

She is promised herself that would never happen again, but she is scared of failing her new company like she did the last one.


Yes, and:
"Essan Tacc? A good man, wishes to make a difference and to heal. But I sense that he his tired, seen too much death. He is stressed and needs some down time. But I know no one gets those very often these day, especially him. I will pray to the gods to send him some relief."
thats okay, if you want we can drop this rp.
I would post but my character is following @Saarebas character . So I have to wait and see what he does.
@Sep

I'm going to see how this goes. She will still have the skills for assassination, but not as good as Tadia though.

Edit: plus the team could always use someone with some "diplomatic" skills :)
I'm finding Trazi to be more of a seductress than an assassin. I'm thinking her old master Blokere used her more for spying than assassinations. :/
Ubatrazi - Trazi


The poor Besalisk couldn't seem to get a break as the man with the helmet on came up and shot the guy between the eyes. She heard the Ssi-ruu call out that she hoped that the guy tipped the bartender and that was something she could agree with. Her attention was brought back to the shirtless man as he said that he pretty much liked her name, but then he seemed to be in distress as he looked at the dead Besalisk. Why, she wasn't sure as he wouldn't be here if he didn't have some sort of shady past. But the look in his eyes told her something was really wrong, that and he was white knuckling the handle of his saber as if it was going to run away from him.

"I have to tell you a secret. I am not the only one. I am schizophrenic. They are killers. Killers of men. If one of them feel that they will want bloodshed, they will do what I call a switch. There will be nothing I can do. If I even act in a different way, run from the room. They will slaughter everybody." He spoke in a hushed and rushed tone as if he didn't have time and he was trying to make up for it. Trazi listened and felt a little odd with someone telling her a secret right off the bat, normally people would wait until they got to know someone before spilling like this. But then if what he said was true then she could understand. And just liked he said his whole persona changed and he drew the saber to her throat, only this wasn't the man she was talking to earlier this man was a few starships short of a fleet. She could feel the cool metal at her throat, she didn't panic or try to move but what worried her was the memory that was surfacing.

She could see Blokere's red eyes were furious, she could feel the sharp metallic dagger he held to her throat. He wanted to hurt her, wanted to cause her pain but he didn't want to mark up his pretty play thing. He shoved her away then ran his hand over his face, "You were to beat him! All those hours training and you couldn't land one hit! Why do you disappoint me?!" He yelled as he held a look of pure murder on his face. He was the only thing that she feared the most, but at the same time she didn't want to disappoint him in anyway. She watched as he nodded at the other Zabrak, her eyes grew wide and she went to grab her masters arm, "NO, PLEASE!" She yelled but it was too late. Electricity ran through her body, she fell to her knees as silent scream was clear on her face. She couldn't feel the tears that were spilling from her eyes, all she could feel was her back arching and the pain. Then suddenly it was gone, she slumped crying feeling pathetic and weak. "You have five minutes to recover, then you are back out there." Blokere said coldly. She looked up at her master with tear filled eyes, "Do I get a hit before I go out?" She asked hating how hopeful she sounded. "You will only get the spice if you kill him." He said as he placed a dagger in her hands, looking rather pleased that he had a tight leash on her.

The memory happened in seconds and no one would of known that she had a flashback, which she was thankful for. She looked down the saber and into the blood lusted eyes of the shirtless man, she knew she was on her own as no one was going to help a Twi'lek. One Twi'lek was the same as the rest or at least thats what her old master use to tell her. She could hear someone trying to control the situation but that could hardly control blood lust, that much she knew. "Why?" She asked the man as she slowly ran her hand down the dull side of the saber until her hand touched his. "You can have much more fun with me alive than dead... You don't even have to pay." She said in a sultry voice and a small flirtatious smile came to her lips. One thing she learned while being a slave, was that you could usually trade one lust for the other, she just hoped it worked on him like it did with all the others. She knew most would of expect her to react violently, but that was a last resort if she could help it.

Just then her comm-link went off, she looked at the shirtless man still smiling. "How about we continue this later, maybe in my room? But lets head to the hanger bay in the meantime." She said as she lowered her hand from his and backed away slowly. She then followed the others in silence until they reached the hanger bay. She could see someone cloaked and with body guards, already her mind was working on how to get out of here if things didn't go as planned. Well truth be told her mind hadn't stopped working that way since she arrived here.
In Delete 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by NarcissisticPotato>

Gimme a break here, it's 11pm and I'm grasping XD

I'm doing my first GM job, and doing it terribly at that. I just wrote what may very well be the worst starting post of my life and I feel like I'm letting the players down :/


I thought it was good, all the negative stuff is just in your head. I get the same way and think I'm letting people down, when in reality I'm not. It's all in my head.
To everyone, please don't feel intimidated by my posts. I just start typing and can't stop, it happens when I find an rp I like. They might get smaller later, since it's still intro stuff going on right now.
Ubatrazi - Trazi


People were filing into the contina a bit more steadily now, most of which were human. It had to be quitting time or they had a hive mind that no one knew about. Now that she thought about it, there wasn't many "aliens" here or even among the crew of the ship. It was either the employer liked humans or no other species fit his criteria for this team that he was putting together. She assumed that the employer was a he, as not many women went through the trouble of getting this huge ship, crew, and now this team. Who ever it was though, they were loaded and weren't afraid of finding people that had questionable pasts. She sipped her drink as she watched the people coming in and leaving, those that weren't wearing crew uniforms numbered four including her. Two of those were human, the other was the giant in the booth, she assumed that since they were in their own clothes meant that they were hired for the team operation. Another thing that made these three stand out was that they scoped the place, she could see them looking about and taking note of the others. Smart, but now she knew they had a plan, she was going to have to be care with them.

Another human walked into the cantina, only he wasn't like the others. For one he had sky blue hair and two, which was the most obvious, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He strolled over to the bar and took a seat next to her, she didn't pay much attention as he ordered his drink.
“Hello there ma’am, sorry for bothering you but I was just curious. Are you here for the coin?” The shirtless man asked as he smiled at her. Oh a charmer! She thought as she looked at the man with an amused look on her face though she didn't smile. She lifted an eye brow before allowing a smile to play slightly at the corner of her lips. "Ma'am? Really? I have been called nearly everything in the galaxy, but never ma'am. Congratulations, you surprised me." She said playfully teasing the man. She had been called miss, babe, whore, harpy, mesh'la, and what ever else anyone could think of, but never ma'am. That word made it sound as if she was old, maybe in spirit, but physically she was twenty-ish. "But to answer your question," She paused to sip her drink. "Isn't everyone?" She said as she downed the rest of her drink and ordered another.

As she waited for the new drink, she noticed a Gungan had pulled up on the other side of her. She hadn't seen a Gungan in over two standard galactic years, and the last one she met hired her for her services. He didn't want anyone dead or anything stolen he wanted her other "talents", that was an interesting night and one that was hard to forget. Catching the Gungan looking at her, she winked and smiled innocently before looking back at the shirtless man. "So, is there a reason why you are shirtless or are you trying to impress the women with your physique?" She asked in a hushed but sweet voice while taking a sip of her new drink.

Just then a Rodian wearing a crew uniform walked up to her, she knew he was from the group that she had smiled at earlier. She was rather impressed that this one had the courage to come up, as they had been sitting there for a while looking at her. "Hello Mesh'la, would you like to have a drink with me and my friends?" He asked in galactic basic, he seemed a little nervous but also a little jealous that she was talking to the shirtless human. This made her want to laugh, but she kept that urge at bay as she reached out and touched the Rodians chest. "I think I'm going to stay here, but....." She paused as she looked up from his chest and into his large black eyes, allowing her eyes to smolder. "If you and I want to get together afterwards, I might be up for that." She said in a sultry voice which made the Rodian nod slowly before he gave her his room number and what deck it was on.

Trazi smirked once the the Rodian left and looked back at the shirtless man, "I'm only going if he pays me." She said lightly like it was no big deal, she didn't care if others knew she hired herself out for more than just assassins work. Plus she thought this would be a great way to make more money on top of what this employer was going to be paying her. "Oh, by the way I'm Ubatrazi, you can call me Trazi." She said while smiling sweetly, though she hoped that this man wasn't someone that knew her old master. She knew that Blokere had a rather large bounty on her.

There was a commotion on the other side of the bar, which made her turn to look. All she saw was a woman standing over a Besalisk, before turning around to face the bar. Trazi didn't know her but from the whispers she was hearing, it was another assassin, only this assassin was more aggressive than she was.
In Delete 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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