Saix

Nar Shaddaa

Nima Tarkona

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It was some time before the ramp finally opened, but Nima used that time to collect herself and focus her mind. She was there to set the tone for her master and help negotiations with Jast run smoother. The old 'sex sells' tactic. Sometimes she enjoyed the game of seduction, as it allowed her to be in control for a change, but it was short lived given her reality. As her charges emerged from the ship and made their way towards the Twi'lek, her training took hold.

A human male led the group confidently down the ramp and walked with purpose. It was their leader, Jaren Jast. He was taller than she was, but not significantly so, with dirty blonde hair and captivating green eyes. He was a fit man who obviously kept up with himself and probably wouldn't be put out too much if he didn't have the blaster that was currently strapped to his leg. To his left was another male taller than Jast, with a broader chest and muscular build. He was obviously their guard and had interesting flame-like tattoos across his face. If he were to ever carry himself with less malice, she would ask him about them. He too carried a weapon, a heavy pistol. Lastly, a human female was to his right. She too sported blonde hair but it was more of a true blonde, green eyes, and was attractive enough for Khulbe's standards. The woman also had a weapon on her hip and carried a black case in hand. She carried herself with confidence, but something else was there. Was it fear? Concern? Nerves? Nima did not know, but she may figure it out in due time.

By the time the party stopped in front of Nima, she had finished her initial observation of the group. It seemed to her that Jast either forgot his weapons would be confiscated before he was allowed into the palace or that he intentionally brought them along.

“Nima, pleasure to see you again. I have some new faces on the Raven since the last time I saw you. This is my new chief of security, Boqorro Nbara, and my executive officer, Telsa Jetstar.” At the mention of their names, the taller human male remained stoic but the female offered Nima a smile, though it was a bit melancholic. Maybe fear? The Twi'lek thought, still trying to pinpoint what bothered the woman. "We're looking forward to our meeting with Khulbe."

Nima rewarded the man with a smile but didn't extend her crimson hand to his. Physical touch was forbidden. "Welcome back to the palace Captain Jast" she replied, meeting his eyes with her golden ones and ignoring his extended hand. "You know we cannot touch without the express permission from Master Khulbe!" She was teasing him of course and was about to speak again before movement near the ship's landing gear caught her attention. Focusing her attention at the base of the structure, she saw a figure laying on the ground.

The crimson twi'lek turned her attention back to the human male, her face serious. "It seems you have forgotten many things Jaren Jast." she told him and called for the guard.

Nar Shaddaa

Nima Tarkona

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Nima grabbed a soft towel from the built in shelves that were near the entryway, her mind occupied with options for what to do once she left the baths. Her slender hands moved slowly as she dried herself and only stopped when the door to the baths opened suddenly. The Twi'lek had a feeling their down time was coming to an end. A female human messenger stepped purposely around the corner, eyes quickly scanning the room opposite from where she stood. Nima recognized the woman. It was the messenger used for when a female slave needed to be contacted and wasn't near a communication terminal. She was an average looking female, with shoulder length brown hair, hazel colored eyes, and a relatively short stature. Nima could have rested her chin on top of the woman's head if she ever felt compelled to.

"Hello Alynia, looking for me?" Nima called out.

Alynia whipped her head towards her voice, sending her short brown hair flying across her pale face. "Hey Nima! Yes, looking for you and the rest of your posse. You in particular are needed to greet a last minute guest and their party at Pad 2." Her eyes flicked to look at something just over the Twi'lek's shoulder. The others must have seen her come in and made their way over. "The rest of you girls are wanted at the throne room." the woman reported, talking quickly and turning to leave as swiftly as she came. It wasn't her job to make sure the girls got there, just to deliver the message.

Looking over her shoulder to find her dripping wet friends Nima moved quickly, handing out towels for the girls to dry themselves with before departing herself. She couldn't afford the luxury of leaving with the group. "See you ladies later!" she called out, her long slender legs carrying her quickly through the frosted double doors and into the hallway connecting the baths to the rest of the slave's quarters. The nude twi'lek made her way through the white walled halls, towel still in hand, past rooms and the main lounge area occupied with the rest of Master Khulbe's slaves. Her crimson bare feet were a striking contrast against the white marbled floors as they carried her to her personal suite.

The door to her room was always locked, rigged to only open from the outside when sensing her slave collar or with a pass-code known only by Master Khulbe and his trusted associates. Once someone was inside, they could allow an unauthorized person into the suite. This was to protect Nima from unwanted visitors, as no one was allowed to lay with her without the express permission from Master Khulbe. This was true for the other girls as well, as they were his prized slaves and not there for just anyone's entertainment. Once she reached her door, she paused to allow the security at her door to scan the golden platted collar that hugged her neck. It wasn't long before the door slid opened and she slipped into her room.

It was fairly spacious lodgings given to someone of her status, equipped with high ceilings, white stucco walls, and white marbling flooring that is a common theme throughout the palace. Directly across from her was a glass paneled wall that gave her a view of her master's slice of the ecumenopolis moon while simultaneously concealing the room from prying eyes. To her right was a small lounge area for the purpose of entertaining guests complete with a round table, a set of high-backed cushion chairs, a small bar, and buffet to hold food and dinnerware. A sizable round rug rested between the bed and the lounge area, given the room was longer than it was wide. Various plants, rugs, and artwork decorated the room, adding color to the otherwise white room. To her left was a walk-in closet and further along was a small cabinet with a wash basin that she used to cleanse her face each morning.

Spinning on the balls of her feet, she turned to go into her closet and thought of what to wear for the meeting. It wasn't a formal assembly, there simply wasn't enough time for something like that, so she ignored the fancier dresses in her closet and moved her way to the more traditional outfits of her class. There were various styled bikinis that hung in the closet, some cloth and some metal plated. She went for the latter as it would likely match the collar she wore now, saving her the time of having to go and change it. She browsed until she found a golden bikini. The top itself had only two straps, the first wrapped around the base of her neck and was made of an emerald green cloth and the second was more of a metallic clasp that closed in the back for the purpose of giving her breasts the support to create an pronounced cleavage. The bottoms rested low on her hips by more emerald cloth that she tied to metal triangle-shaped panels that covered her more intimate areas. The bottoms also had a liner so that if anyone were to ever find themselves staring up her 'skirts' they wouldn't be given too much of a show. A matching sash was attached to these panels and the silky cloth fell to her knees. Once dressed, Nima clasped golden metal bands to her wrists, slipped into matching strapped sandals, and ran out the door.

As she approached the Landing Pad 2's main blast doors, she spotted the security detail that was assigned to guard the entry way and quickly made her way over. "Good afternoon gentlemen, to whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?" she asked. Alynia hadn't shared that information in her earlier instructions.

One of the men answered her, a Twi'lek, "Jaren Jast, Courier, Associate of Master Khulbe".

As he answered her, Nima heard a ship pull in and land on the platform above her. Soon, the platform will descend to bring the ship into the building and she needed to be outside to greet her charge. "Thank you" She told the male guard before passing through the blast doors, revealing the chamber where the freighter will be docked. It was an immense empty space, meant to hold cargo to be loaded and unloaded. Various panels were outlined along the floor around the mechanical platform, hiding whatever resources or tools an engineer would need to maintain a ship and keep her space-worthy. As the door closed behind her, she focused her attention on the descending platform and waited for it to lock in place before approaching the loading bay door of the ship.

[Approved] Nima Tarkona - Class 1 Entertainment Slave

@Ruby@Ezekiel

I have made some changes to the interview section, please let me know if it was acceptable.

Nar Shaddaa

Nima Tarkona

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Nima lounged in one of the large warm pools that were spread throughout the female slave's communal baths. Her bare slender body sprawled underneath the milky water that was so opaque, you could barely see her crimson skin beneath the surface. There were nine other pools identical to the one she was in, some empty, some with occupants, but none as full as her's. The young twi'lek was surrounded by the five other girls that made up their Master's list of favorites among the slaves. A human named Ona, a Togruta named Ehottecri, and three other Twi'leks: Asherbafon (but the girls all called her 'Ash'), Iuric'piti, and Uovec'riti. They were also her friends, brought together under similar circumstances.

"Do you think Master Khulbe will call on us today?" asked Ash. The Rutian Twi'lek wasn't nervous of having to be called upon, as these girls were more than accustomed to being summoned, she just wanted to have a lazy night.

Up until this point, Nima had her eyes closed, focusing her mind on the water's warmth against her skin. She opened them now revealing striking golden colored irises and looked to her left to focus on the blue twi'lek. "I don't think about those things, I just try to enjoy the down time when I can."

Her reply was met with a chorus of agreement from the other girls and the subject was then changed to more relaxing topics. Upcoming Holodramas, clothing, guests seen at parties, and just general gossiping. Nima participated in all but the last discussion, not really caring to take part in idle chit chat, but it was seemingly a favorite pass-time for the other twi'lek women. When she couldn't take it anymore, Nima stood and proclaimed, "Since I don't care about rumors, I'm going to get out before I start to wrinkle!" and proceeded to climb out of the tub.

She was met with various rude but playful gestures by the other twi'leks, which made her laugh in return. As she walked towards the towels to dry herself off, she could hear Ona speaking somewhat softly to the other girls.

"I just don't understand how she could walk like that! It's so effortlessly beautiful, It's like she's moving to music that only she can hear..."

"That's just how Nima is" responded Ehottecri, her wise blue eyes following Nima's movements. The red Togruta used to be the most valued out of all the girls before Master Khulbe bought Nima. She held no malice in her tone, she just stated how it was. She knew as skilled as she was, she couldn't hold a candle next to the red-skinned Twi'lek and she accepted that.

Nima kept walking, pretending not to hear their comments. There are times when it is better to say nothing and this was one of them.

Nar Shaddaa

Nima Tarkona, Lethan Twi'lek, Class 1 Slave used for entertainment purposes. Her master is Khulbe Desilijic the Hutt.

Personal Files

Name: Nima Tarkona
Species: Twi'lek (Lethan)
Homeworld: Ryloth
Current Planet of Residence: Nar Shaddaa
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Class 1 Slave, Entertainment
Master: Khulbe Desilijic the Hutt
Former master(s): Olan Fyaar

Internal Records

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Nima is at the shorter height range for a twi'lek, standing at 5'9" and weighs a lean 138lbs. Her measurements are 35" (bust), 28" (waist), 36" (hips), giving her a sultry hourglass figure. Breasts are a full C cup, rear end is pear-shaped. Her skin is crimson in color, the rarest of skin colors for a twi'lek, and contains no flaws. True to her species, she also has no body hair.

Nima has almond-shaped, golden colored eyes, full lips (with her upper lip having a moderately pronounced cupid's bow) and a straight-edged nose. All her features are perfectly proportioned and spaced on her oval shaped face.

Her lekku, or head-tails, are lengthy and reach her hips. A slave collar is always worn around her neck.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force.}

Nima is force sensitive and has no training, or even knowledge of her affinity with the force. She sometimes gets feelings of foreboding before major events occur around her, otherwise, her force sensitivities allowed her to excel as a slave, surpassing all others at both dance and seduction. Very few can match her grace and charm.

_Skills

She has all the skills as one would expect from a Class 1 slave trained for high-class society settings. This includes dancing (both sophisticated and erotic), waitressing, keen observation of others (habits, likes, dislikes, body language) in order to best entertain guests, knowledge of the humanoid musculature to take on the role of a masseuse, knowledge of many alien languages, sexual prowess, etiquette, and personal care. She primarily speaks Basic, as per the rules set by Master Khulbe, but will speak Ryl to her fellow twi'lek dancers when needed.

She is literate, so she can read and write. She will typically stick to fictional works in order to help her escape reality. When she has time to herself, you will find her singing, her voice a soprano. She also exhibits unquestionable loyalty, intelligence, and love of learning.

_{Notes on political influence}

She is the most valued among her master's entertainment slaves so she is the highest ranked among other girls and is given more luxuries than what is typical for someone of her stature.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

Suffers from occasional nightmares, though they have decreased since her childhood. They keep her from sleeping some nights.

Her lekku are sensitive to touch. If grabbed forcibly, they will cause her great pain and potentially harm her.

Interview

_{Personal biography.}

Nima, meaning "gift" in Ryl, was born on the planet Ryloth to both a powerful clan and loving parents but that couldn't save her from the cruel hand of fate that befalls many twi'lek women; even more so, twi'lek born with the rare red pigmented skin. Her parent's, Shakka and Bril, had difficulties conceiving a child and often turned to religion to seek blessings from temples in the hopes that the Mother Goddess will grant them what they desired. When Shakka finally became pregnant, they thought their prayers were finally answered and many celebrations were held to commemorate the couple.

On the day Nima was finally born, a dark shadow was cast over the new parents. Their precious child, their gift, was brought into the world with a large target on her back. In order to give their child the best possible chance, they had to leave everything they knew behind them and go into hiding to save themselves the pains of betrayal from their clan. Luckily, their midwife was a kind, older woman, who knew the dangers the couple would face, and helped them to devise a plan of escape with newly born Nima. Their first task was to spread the word of a stillbirth and for the couple to be left alone to mourn the death of their child, especially Shakka, who had taken the passing hard. With the space that provided from the clan, Shakka was able to care for Nima while Bril made the arrangements for them to leave the capital of Lessu without raising too much suspicion.

Departing from Lessu, they traveled into the Lonely Five mountain range to live in the subterranean city of Kala'uun. From their hidden home in the slums at the very bottom of the city, Bril was able to find and travel for respectable work in the upper levels while simultaneously hiding his family… or so they thought. After 5 1/2 successful years of concealment, some local residents took interest in the man who traveled to and from the slums, rather than living with his family in the wealthier levels of the mountain. These were hard men, born and raised from poverty, that had no qualms about taking from others; especially if it was something of value. They followed Bril home often until one day, they saw little Nima running out to greet him. These men kept tabs on Bril until Olan Fyaar, a well known slave trader from Nar Shaddaa, returned to Ryloth for more stock.

The night they came for her still haunts her dreams to this day. They killed both her parents, sedated Nima, and sold her to be a slave under Master Fyaar who paid 3,500 credits for the rare girl child. Olan took Nima back to Nar Shaddaa with plans to mold her into highly valued Class 1 slave and sell her to a Hutt as they would be able to afford a higher price point. With the help of a fellow slave and nursemaid, Nima was able to overcome her grief and excel under the teachings at Madrassa, Olan's training academy for high society slaves.

She stayed at Madrassa until she was 16 years old and was successfully sold to Khulbe Desilijic the Hutt, who was the best Hutt she could have hoped to work under. There was a lot of talk among the girls that while he has strict standards, he takes care of his people. Because of her skills, she quickly surpassed the other girls under Master Khulbe and at her current age of 19 years, she is the most valued of his slaves.

[Approved] Nima Tarkona - Class 1 Entertainment Slave

@Ezekiel Thank you for the feedback! I had the thoughts that the main city was in a mountain range which could provide cover, especially if the cave system ran deep enough. I can change it to the lower levels of Kala'uun if that would be more acceptable?

[Approved] Nima Tarkona - Class 1 Entertainment Slave

OoC

How long do you usually write?

It honestly depends on the situation or how I am feeling that day. I try to at least do a few paragraphs if I don't have enough creative juices flowing, but I typically write multiple paragraphs.

Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?

Absolutely! I think that collaborative posts are what makes for the best roleplay.

Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?

Yes.

Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?

Since I am returning to the world of roleplay, I'm open to trying out any variety of writing subjects :)

Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?

Overly detailed sexual encounters. Otherwise, I'm pretty open to whatever comes along.

Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?

I wouldn't want her to die, but if it happens, it happens.

Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?

I don't have any long term goals in terms of ranking in any faction, my character's main priority right now is self-preservation so after that, I'm open to any and all opportunities.

Personal Files

Name: Nima Tarkona
Species: Twi'lek (Lethan)
Homeworld: Ryloth
Current Planet of Residence: Nar Shaddaa
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Class 1 Slave, Entertainment
Master: Khulbe Desilijic the Hutt
Former master(s): Olan Fyaar

Internal Records

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Nima is at the shorter height range for a twi'lek, standing at 5'9" and weighs a lean 138lbs. Her measurements are 35" (bust), 28" (waist), 36" (hips), giving her a sultry hourglass figure. Breasts are a full C cup, rear end is pear-shaped. Her skin is crimson in color, the rarest of skin colors for a twi'lek, and contains no flaws. True to her species, she also has no body hair.

Nima has almond-shaped, golden colored eyes, full lips (with her upper lip having a moderately pronounced cupid's bow) and a straight-edged nose. All her features are perfectly proportioned and spaced on her oval shaped face.

Her lekku, or head-tails, are lengthy and reach her hips. A slave collar is always worn around her neck.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force.}

Nima is force sensitive and has no training, or even knowledge of her affinity with the force. She sometimes gets feelings of foreboding before major events occur around her, otherwise, her force sensitivities allowed her to excel as a slave, surpassing all others at both dance and seduction. Very few can match her grace and charm.

_Skills

She has all the skills as one would expect from a Class 1 slave trained for high-class society settings. This includes dancing (both sophisticated and erotic), waitressing, keen observation of others (habits, likes, dislikes, body language) in order to best entertain guests, knowledge of the humanoid musculature to take on the role of a masseuse, knowledge of many alien languages, sexual prowess, etiquette, and personal care. She primarily speaks Basic, as per the rules set by Master Khulbe, but will speak Ryl to her fellow twi'lek dancers when needed.

She is literate, so she can read and write. She will typically stick to fictional works in order to help her escape reality. When she has time to herself, you will find her singing, her voice a soprano. She also exhibits unquestionable loyalty, intelligence, and love of learning.

_{Notes on political influence}

She is the most valued among her master's entertainment slaves so she is the highest ranked among other girls and is given more luxuries than what is typical for someone of her stature.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

Suffers from occasional nightmares, though they have decreased since her childhood. They keep her from sleeping some nights.

Her lekku are sensitive to touch. If grabbed forcibly, they will cause her great pain and potentially harm her.

Interview

_{Personal biography.}

Nima, meaning "gift" in Ryl, was born on the planet Ryloth to both a powerful clan and loving parents but that couldn't save her from the cruel hand of fate that befalls many twi'lek women; even more so, twi'lek born with the rare red pigmented skin. Her parent's, Shakka and Bril, had difficulties conceiving a child and often turned to religion to seek blessings from temples in the hopes that the Mother Goddess will grant them what they desired. When Shakka finally became pregnant, they thought their prayers were finally answered and many celebrations were held to commemorate the couple.

On the day Nima was finally born, a dark shadow was cast over the new parents. Their precious child, their gift, was brought into the world with a large target on her back. In order to give their child the best possible chance, they had to leave everything they knew behind them and go into hiding to save themselves the pains of betrayal from their clan. Luckily, their midwife was a kind, older woman, who knew the dangers the couple would face, and helped them to devise a plan of escape with newly born Nima. Their first task was to spread the word of a stillbirth and for the couple to be left alone to mourn the death of their child, especially Shakka, who had taken the passing hard. With the space that provided from the clan, Shakka was able to care for Nima while Bril made the arrangements for them to leave the capital of Lessu without raising too much suspicion.

Departing from Lessu, they traveled into the Lonely Five mountain range to live in the subterranean city of Kala'uun. From their hidden home in the slums at the very bottom of the city, Bril was able to find and travel for respectable work in the upper levels while simultaneously hiding his family… or so they thought. After 5 1/2 successful years of concealment, some local residents took interest in the man who traveled to and from the slums, rather than living with his family in the wealthier levels of the mountain. These were hard men, born and raised from poverty, that had no qualms about taking from others; especially if it was something of value. They followed Bril home often until one day, they saw little Nima running out to greet him. These men kept tabs on Bril until Olan Fyaar, a well known slave trader from Nar Shaddaa, returned to Ryloth for more stock.

The night they came for her still haunts her dreams to this day. They killed both her parents, sedated Nima, and sold her to be a slave under Master Fyaar who paid 3,500 credits for the rare girl child. Olan took Nima back to Nar Shaddaa with plans to mold her into highly valued Class 1 slave and sell her to a Hutt as they would be able to afford a higher price point. With the help of a fellow slave and nursemaid, Nima was able to overcome her grief and excel under the teachings at Madrassa, Olan's training academy for high society slaves.

She stayed at Madrassa until she was 16 years old and was successfully sold to Khulbe Desilijic the Hutt, who was the best Hutt she could have hoped to work under. There was a lot of talk among the girls that while he has strict standards, he takes care of his people. Because of her skills, she quickly surpassed the other girls under Master Khulbe and at her current age of 19 years, she is the most valued of his slaves.

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@Drekalba
No problem! There are people trying to bring back white shepards, but they were bred out of the line for "AKC Standard".

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@Drekalba
Sure!

I now have 3 dogs, Marlee being the newest addition.

• Dante - White Shepard/Husky Mix, Male, 3 years
  
• Athena - Black Sable German Shepard, Female, 1.5 years
  
• Marlee - Brindle Staffordshire Terrier (aka a Pittie), Female, I think she is 3? We recently adopted her from a rescue that had sent her to us for training
  

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@Naw Sup!