Tearstone

Paranormal Detectives

Is this still going?

Tearstone's Character Vault Mk I

Appearance
Name: Given name
Age: Lets keep it above 18 please.
Gender: Your character's gender
Nationality: Neo-Japan? Somewhere Else?
Alias/Handle: Nickname/Street Name your character goes by- It is assumed that Given names are generally fairly valuable and secretive.

Psychological Analysis: Fancy talk for 'Personality'. Give me a good paragraph or so describing your character's personality. Rule of thumb: the more detail, the better.

Employment Record: Your Character's background, up to his/her beginnings as a Ronin or joining up with the crew. Again, give me a few good paragraphs describing your character's history. Again, the more detail, the better.

Enhancement: Cyber/Biotech Your character has installed, list grade and price(so its easier to calculate your 50k).

Equipment: Any equipment your character carries on his or her person or owns. List grade and price(again, so its easier to calculate your 50k)

RECON VIETNAM BASED CAMPAIGN

Well, living in Oklahoma. But I'm from Texas originally. I miss my home state.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Welcome to The Walking Dead, Miami. We are planning for two main groups, one based around an asylum, and one based around a boat, like a yacht or shipping vessel. Slots are currently open and accepting. The players will be a group with a little chemistry and a small amount of resources, the group will have to hunt and scavenge food, supplies, ammunition, fuel. Survival will be part of it, but not just keeping the zombies form killing you, but also dealing with starvation, hunger, hyper/hypothermia, and so on. How will these rag-tag survivors handle this new world they've been thrust into. More information is to follow, and documents will be added.

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"They aren't people... not anymore."

The camcorder in your hand still has enough power to run the electronics, found laying on one of the docks of the marinas. The picture is shaky and unfocused at first. Whoever was filming was probably some Youtube amateur, but the image resolves decently enough. The bleary image shows a glance of afternoon sky with a few pillars of greasy black smoke stabbing upward against the blue and the white clouds. The video appears to be shot on a flat rooftop, and the view settles down on a young blond woman crouched down behind a low wall. She peers over it for a moment, before scrunching back down. Fear and shock are wild in her wide eyes, and she has a crowbar in a death grip.

"You get that cam working yet," she asks in a hiss, turning her attention to the camera. The shot bobs up and down a little, seemingly as the cameraman nods. Maybe it was a helmet cam or on a hat. The lady looks into the lens, appearing to gather her courage. After a moment she speaks into the camera, "My name is Jamie West. I'm a retail customer service rep... er I was one anyway. My friend David is working the camera. We... we thought... someone should make a record of this." Jamie pauses and shudders. "It's the end of the end of the world. Show 'em."

The camera peeks over the low wall, showing a typical street that could be any town at all. It's immediately obvious that things are not right. The four-lane street is littered with stalled cars, many of them twisted and busted. A couple of them burn or smoulder. The tail end of a large dump truck juts out form a storefront down the street it had careened into. A car alarm wails nearby, echoing among the buildings, and the faint sounds of sirens, screams, and gunfire could be picked up in the distance, with the deeper boom of an explosion every once in a while. People are milling about on the street, staggering and limping along. The camera zooms in on a group. It finds a few people who have empty, slack-jawed expressions. Many have wounds, some seemingly fatal, and many of them have hands and mouths caked in fresh or dried blood.

"They aren't people, not anymore," Jami says softly, and the camera swings back to her again. She's looking down at the street below still clutching her crowbar. "They used to be people, but that's all gone. They're just monsters now." Green eyes look back into the camera again with a grim expression. "They're the walking dead. Zombies."

"It happened fast. Stories started cropping up all over the globe. Miami, New York, Los Angeles, Tokyo, Shanghai, Hong Kong, France... Everywhere. Emergency services tried to get a handle on it, but within three days they were overrun. Hospitals were breeding grounds for the dead, as were schools, malls, civic centers. People flocked to churches and the walkers just followed them." Jamie shook her head. "Once you're bit, or scratched, it's a matter of time. The fever, the delerium... It can take hours or days, but you go down. Some people get back up in minutes, others, hours. Never know how much time it will take."

"A lot of people died," Jami continues, "I'm not talking about cars and place crashes and all that. Besides the fever killing so many.. if one of them catch you, they kill you. They just bite and tear into you like animals. I've seen it. They kill you, and you become one of them. It's like an infection. They're slow and they're stupid, but they're everywhere. Before the power died, the TV news... well... Maybe it's the whole world by now."

Jami looks over the wall again, and the camera follows. There appear to be even more of the walkers ambling down the street. A group are gathered around a crashed car. Their fists hammer at the windows, finally shattering the windshield. The camera zooms in as the dead pull a screaming man from the car, dragging him to the ground. The sound of terror mixes with bubbling agony, before stopping after a minute.

"The police aren't coming," Jami murmurs as the cluster of zombies begin to disperse. As she continues the mangled body of the man they pulled from the wreckage sits up and slowly gets to foot after a little bit of time. "The army isn't coming. Nobody is coming to save you. If you want to live, you run, and you fight them when you have to. They're monsters, but they aren't invincible. Aim for their heads, crack their skulls. They tend to stay down like that. Cutting off the head works too."

"There's more coming from over the mall," says a low, deep voice from off-camera, presumably David. "We need to get out of here, out of Miami, now."

"Right," Jami replies as the cam turns to her once more. She looks into the lens, looking more determined and composed now. "We'll find more people. We'll band together, and put these monsters in the ground where they belong. It may be the end of the world, but we're not going down without a fight."

A moment later the video glitches and goes black.

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GM: Tearstone
Co-GM: (closed)

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Rules:

• ((Special Mention)) Do NOT make a sociopath unless you can explain in no uncertain terms, exactly how they became that way, why they became that way, how they operate, what things set them off, what they value, AND it had better work/make sense. I do not want a thinly veiled Dexter Morgan clone from the series Dexter. I've seen it more than once here. If you're going to make a sociopath or psychopath, make sure you have them wired down tight.
• 1. Respect your fellow RPers.
• 2. Take all adult stuff to PM's.
• 3. No fighting in the OOC or you will be kicked.
• 4. No character look alikes, Rick, Daryl, Carol, Carl or Michonne
• 5. All injuries should be realistic, example if a character sprains their ankle it should slow them down and be painful to walk on and would take time to heal. Guns are deadly.
• 6. Most have one disability or fear, can be anything you can think of no one is perfect.
• 7. Most importantly have fun!
• 8. If a player drops and their character is removed from play, there is a chance they may be re-encountered as a zombie or a corpse. If so their equipment may be up for grabs. If a walker, they may be an adversary survivors may have to face. If a player wishes to bow out and decides to do so "on screen/in play" then their fate can be determined by the player. Walking off into the sunset may be acceptable, and they might be able to return as a character later on, depending on the circumstances. Characters dropped or abandoned by players may also become NPC's and used as such for a variety of purposes. Just because the player left them behind, doesn't mean they aren't still out there in one form or another.

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CS as follows, improvements are welcome. Keep it easy to read.

Character Sheet

[b]Name:[/b]
Age:
Height:
Build:
[b]Appearance:[/b] Picture or description

[b]Family:[/b] ((Can list names or just number of family members, and if any are alive or dead, how many have been lost.))

[b]Personality:[/b] ((A few words or more to describe your character.))

[b]Occupation Before:[/b] Anything from cop, to actor, teacher, doctor, college student, scientist, writer, journalist, landscaper, homemaker, etc

[b]Notable skills:[/b] ((Anything you're particularly good at? Anything you suck at too might need to know...))

[b]Bio: [/b]
((Tell us some history, spin me a tale about how you came to this sorry state of affairs.))

[b]Disability/Fear:[/b]
((Examples: Asthma attacks, diabetes, visual impairment , addiction to alcohol, addiction to nicotine, PTSD, fear of heights, claustrophobia, fear of blood etc, bum/trick knee))

[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b]
If a firearm, you can only start out with 50 extra rounds besides what's in the weapon itself, if you don't have a gun then can be anything. NO rocket launchers, landmines or other heavy military weapons. Molotovs, homemade things are allowed.

[b]Equipment:[/b]
Can be assigned or can figure out on your own. Usually a little bit of food, some water, spare clothes, a few odds and ends, useful things. Keep in mind that ounces turn into pounds at the end of the day. No human pack mules, but you'd be surprised what you can haul around with little space and little weight.

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Walking Dead Miami player scratchpad/sketchbook/document thing

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Active Characters/Players - will be sorted into asylum and boat later.

Unsorted or tentative

Linc Myles - Tearstone

Asylum Crew

Brant Harlow - MouseKing
Daisy Morris - liah
Damien Maddox - Hellscream
Ellie Haft - libbypt
Isabel Torrez - Fallenreaper
Thomas Harris - Verdant

Boat Crew

Boyd Jager - Svenn
Chris Williams - Tearstone
David Schoenberg - Polyphemus
Robin Hunter - Fiddler
Zephy Daniels - Hakai

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The Graveyard

(dead/removed characters)
Maribeth Kane/CallaLily180 - Dropped on Request
Mike Zimmerman/Sturmgewher - Dropped on Request
Sarah Zimmerman/Sturmgewehr - Dropped on Request
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Maps, locations, other info

Tide Runner - Photo Gallery
Tide Runner - Ship Specs (also has pics)

Spring Grove Psychiatric Hospital

Spring Grove main floor plan

Spring Grove Main Floor Plan

Asylum notes:
The asylum dates back to 1915, it served for quite a number of years as a sanitarium and psychiatric ward. Due to hurricanes repeatedly bashing it, the place became run down. A lot of patients were removed either by their family or case workers. In an attempt to revitalize the business (it is a business after all) they applied for renovation funding with the state. They were awarded a good sum of funding and construction began. Many of the patients were removed, but some of the more docile and clearer ones were allowed to stay if they chose. The place ran on minimal staffing, nothing more than a skeleton crew. It was a relief for some, and they did have the ability to get way from the banging and sawing and noise.

The new construction seems to be building on the old which had been built quite sturdy to begin with. Construction crew abandoned the project as soon as the outbreak started, seeking to get home to their families. A couple staff members may still be there, looking after the small population left over, no more than five or six... However.. they might have been overrun and turned into walkers. The staff could have fled, and could have taken the few remaining residents with them to somewhere else.

I do intend for there to be a grounds keeper/landscaper still on the property, holed up in a small workshop, sectioned off. The entire compound is surrounded by a chain link fence, topped with barbed wire angled in and out on the top. There's also an iron square tube bar fence running around the property set into a low one foot wall of brick and concrete,, with two-foot high crenelations every ten feet. It's decorative in look, but it's hard to climb, even for the living. The top features arrow or spear type tips an inch or so wide and about two inches long. Not exactly sharp on the edges but the points would not be fun to slip onto. This fence, again, is hard to climb, is much sturdier than the cyclone fence, and could possibly hook and slow down any geek that did manage to get to the top. Fence is 10', both of them. There's an iron gate at the front with a buzzer, but that's not active now and would need to be secured with a chain and lock or carabiner or something.

Also, if power can be restored, there are security cameras inside and outside the building. There are some radios too, some food supplies, water, showers, so on. There is a generator on site. If it's run on natural gas it could still be operational, or you might have to find some fuel for it if not.

As has been stated in other parts, the Asylum was under renovation, so it is likely there are tools on site, such as sledge hammers, saws, nail guns (electrical, battery powered, or compressed air), as well as nails, hammers, possibly crowbars, saws (power and hand), and more.
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Update on fencing, just so everybody is on the same page. The spiked fence here, I would say the poles are set into the concrete, making the fencing even stronger. In looking at the fence, I think the Asylum group could possibly defend the perimeter quite nicely atop the platforms with something like axes, bats, maces..anything that gave them a decent reach. Geeks couldn't reach them, but the group could reach the geeks and knock 'em out one by one. Of course, you could always spear through the fence too.

The main gate is decorative but made out of the same material and is flanked by a guard shack and visitor check-in building




The chain link fence about ten feet or more behind the main exterior fence is just a typical perimeter fence.

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Tearstone's Character Vault Mk I

Full Name "Character Quote" - Meaning of quote ⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Delving into the characters mind. How do they think and feel. Their overall general perception of the world and people. One or two well developed paragraphs that show how a character thinks. (Not why they think that way) ⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Life Before Entering RP Growing Up: Their life birth to age 18. Minimal 1 well developed paragraph. (If they were children when the outbreak occurred stop this portion the outbreak.) Include things like parents, birth place, siblings, and the like. Adulting: Only needed if they were 19+ at time of the outbreak. This section covers ages 19 and up before the outbreak. Minimal 1 well developed paragraph. Life After Entering RP Chapter/Year/Location In RP: *Keep this section clean if you are just now coming in. Add in as sections are needed. This section will get updated periodically through out the RP. Divide up as you need for your character. Omit sections you don't need, add in ones you do. ⚘ Relations ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Major Character Name "Quote" - Said when in RP Information on things they have done together in RP Minor Character Name "Quote" - Said when in RP Information on things they have done together in RP ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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Tearstone's Character Vault Mk I

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Character Summary

Name:(Full Name)
Aliases:(Nicknames, previous names, maiden names, etc.)
Age:
Sex:
Birthday:
Nationality:
Ethnicity:
Birth Place:
Current Residence:
Education:
Job:

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Appearance

Height:
Weight:
Build:
Eyes:
Hair:
Skin Tone:
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Personal Style: Minimal 2 paragraphs

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Psychology

Trait * Trait * Trait * Trait

Sexuality:
Relationship Status:
Personality: Minimal 2 paragraphs
Habits: Minimal 2
Hobbies: At least 1
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

Likes: 6 minimal

Dislikes: 6 minimal

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History

A Memory: Minimal 1 well developed paragraph of a memory
History: Minimal 3 paragraphs about your characters life up until this point.

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Extras

Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Anything Else:

RECON VIETNAM BASED CAMPAIGN

I didn't know other RECON players even existed.

Tearstone's Character Vault Mk I

Name: Nein Sonda
Race: Sullustian
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Ht: 5’ 6”
Wt: 165 lbs

Appearance:
Nein is an unremarkable Sullustian to look at, other than he seems a little more gaunt than most, but for most humans it might be hard to tell that because as a race, Sullustians are a heavy-set race. Almost always does he carry several kits with him, making him look like some sort of repair man, but his clothes are always neat, his manner precise, as is his speech. Carried with him are always several styluses, as well as a number of mediums to record information on, from flimsiplast prints, to his datapad. His large eyes always give him a slightly surprised expression, as if life itself was full of mystery and surprise at every turn.

Personality:
Nien’s upbringing, education, and intelligence give him a thirst for life, and knowledge that is rivaled by only a few, but instead of cloistering himself in data-libraries all the time, he prefers hands-on experience, and experimentation. Finding one’s own mind to be the best teacher, this is the route he prefers. Quick to indulge, but never to excess, he makes life as best as he can, having long ago realized how short and bland it is, without taking the time to experience it as well. Combined with his appearance, and his light demeanor, one would find it hard to guess on a random meeting that he was one of the galaxy’s foremost weapons and warship designers.

Occupation: Nien is a tech-specialist, specifically in the area of weapons and starship design. Can design anything from a vibro-blade, to doomsday weapons, though he doesn’t have the ability to build anything on that scale. The biggest he could build alone is a capital-class weapon, such as a heavy turbo-laser, Mag-Pulse Cannon, or the like.

As for ships, he can design anything form the size of a speeder-bike, to a Super-Dreadnaught. Again, making anything larger would be out of his scale, without fellow researchers of the same caliber.

Notable Skills: Above genius intelligence, High end mathematics (All the way to astrophysics, and Vector Algebra), Head for electronics and mechanics, computer engineering, electronics engineering, weapons engineering, metallurgy, advanced chemistry, theoretical applied sciences, masters in material sciences

Weapons: Custom made sonic shock rifle, flash pistol (both are just-in-case things)

Technology: (do we really wanna do this?) Fusion cutters, laser welders, plasma torches, hydrospanners, if you can think of a tool he has it, or can make it, or can come up with something to supplement it. The galaxy is his oyster when it comes to tech, and if he needs something, but can’t find it, he can make it or invent it.

Brief History:
Nien Sonda was born on Sullust. It was one of the worlds that did not survive the Vong War so unscathed as others. It didn’t take it the worst, but didn’t weather it the best either. Many pilots work the galaxy’s trade routes as pilots, be they legit or otherwise. Nien was different though. He was always looking for solutions to problems, rather than simply marking time. He was possessed of an inquisitive mind, and curiosity that would make some feline races look self-absorbed. His parents always fed his curiosity, and encouraged him to learn by trying and doing.

Once his regular education was finished, he traveled to several technical colleges, and had quite the ride, fast-tracking into many classes that according to his age should have been out of his reach. Being of a very sharp mind, he put himself through colleges on his own, through various HoloNet scams, as well as applying for governmental aid from several governments, businesses, and foundations.

Graduating and completing numerous degrees, he began to garner resources, using his cashflow to create even more revinue to support himself as he began to design ships and technology, submitting them to companies like Merr-Sonn, Taim & Bak, Slayin & Korpal, Kuat Drive Yards, and many numerous planetary and subsidiary shipyards. It wasn’t long before his success began to pay off, and now over time, his works are very sought after.

Currently, he is adrift, or at least that’s the rumor. He was last spotted along Belkadan, and seemed to be checking on several holdings there. Who’s to say what he is really doing though.

Tearstone's Character Vault Mk I

Race: Human (Corellian)
Gender: Male
Name: Merek Nigel
O.C.C: Smuggler (Gunslinger)/Jedi Guardian
Occupation: Combat Instructor (former), smuggler/mercenary (former), Jedi Knight
Location: Nar Shadda (formerly), Ossus
Favored Weapon(s): DL-44 Deathsingers
Vehicle: Skipray Blastboat (in storage), Baudo star yacht (used, active)
Credits: 8,000

Str: 17
Dex: 18
Con: 15
Int: 14
Wis: 16
Cha: 15

Skills: Basic Electronics, Pilot Starship, Tracking, Read Sensory Equipment, Weapon Systems, W.P.: Sword, W.P.: Energy Rifle, W.P.: Staff, W.P.: Chain, W.P.: Blunt, Cooking, Literacy, Escape Artist, Astrogation, Navigation, Pilot Repulsor Craft, Gaming, Mathematics: Basic, Persuasion, Body Hardening, Conditioning, Athletics, Running

Weapons:
Vibro-sword
Blaster-Carbine
- 30 magazines – 30 shots apiece
Vibro-shiv
Neural Mace
DL-44 Deathsinger heavy electronic blaster pistol (2x)

Personal Equipment:
2 Sets of Storm-trooper Elite armor, a compact personal computer, an R2 astromech, small fusion reactor for recharging droids and weapons, 2 comlinks, spare blaster carbines, power packs, power cells, nergon-14 charges, concussion grenades, ion grenades

Skipray Blastboat
Name/Model#Skipray BlastboatDesigner/ManufacturerSienar Fleet SystemsWeapons3 Ion Cannons2 Laser Cannons1 Concussion Missile Launcher1 Proton Torpedo Launcher The Skipray Blastboat carries a wide array of weapons, enough that it is suitable for any situation where a fighter would be used. It carries both concussion missiles and proton torpedoes, along with both laser and ion cannons, usually matching the weaponry of opposing starfighters, whether they be escorts, strike fighters, or bombers.Skiprays are heavily armored starfighters designed to be fast and powerful. They are long, streamlined ships, about twice the length of an X-wing. They never became as popular as TIE fighters, and became obsolete in the mind of the Empire. They are now found in many smuggler defense fleets. They have rear-mounted engines, and have a rotating ventral fin for stability.

History:
When the Remnant was walked all over by the Vong, Merek had fled. He hadn’t deserted, in actuality; he simply fled to survive as he was on the edge of Remnant space. He had leaped to hyper-space only moments after spotting a leading wave of Skips. Sad thing was, his jump was blind after taking a swipe at the Coral Skippers. By the time he had managed to get his bearings and head to Bastion, the wave was on. He was forced to leave for survival, and then after the war was over, he thought the Remnant was wiped out, as he was on the far side of the Galaxy, on Nar Shadda, working a business as a personal attack and defense instructor. He also taught Teras Kasii in addition to his other classes. He made a decent living, enough to afford the upkeep of his Blastboat, and buy occasional upgrades, or extra ordinance. Occasionally, he would do a smuggling run as well, for Nar Shadda thrived on smuggling still.

Description:
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 170
Hair: Close cut, Silver (Dyed)
Eyes: Blue
Other: Mustache (black), goatee (silver – dyed)

Merek has a slightly muscular build, giving him a fuller appearance and better definition. His frame is well toned from frequent exercise and combat. His teaching and training have left him in excellent physical condition and he seeks to keep himself in top shape. His silver hair is close cut, in a stylish but not over the top spacer’s cut. His blue eyes are somewhat steely. His mustache and goatee contrast with each other, but the contrast only accented each other. His movements were graceful as well as powerful, like a predator, but this man did not give off the impression he was hunting, at least at the moment.

Tearstone's Character Vault Mk I

Name (Full): Jahzra Rocvard
Aliases: Prafra Shobrut, Kifarrane Fisass
Nicknames: Jazz, Jazzie, Jasmin, Rocker, Rockie, Rockhard
Sex: Female
Age: 27
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132-139
Build: Well built
Measurements: 36D-25-34

Hair: Long, midtoned
Species: Zeltron
Birthplace: A hospital. (Zeltros)

Force Potential: Yes. (top 20% in natural strength/affinity of those that are Force Sensitive)

Physical Appearance:

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Vehicles:

Baudo-class star yacht. (Modified) named Swift Horizon- Ship status: Active.
Skyhopper - (Made by Incom) - Status: Mothballed
Swoop bike - Status: Active

Weapons: DL-18 blaster pistol (modified, barrel - protective guide rod so does not catch in holster), vibro-shiv, holdout blaster pistol.

Armor: Nerfhide jacket

Finances:

Life Savings: 2500 creds
Pocket cash: 250
Weekly income (average): 400 creds
Line of Credit: 5000
Inheritance: $100,000 (Jahz gets half, sis gets the other)

Personality:
Jahzra is a middle child born on a party planet to a middle-class family in a small farming community. She has proven to consider herself nothing special. With myriad faces coming through her life, and being the middle child she is good at making friends. Often she prefers to make new friends rather than enemies. Jahzra has a strong independent streak, which often leads to her being rebellious as well. She is resourceful and cunning, as well as socially intelligent. Despite this, she has her own securities. She also has a secretive nature. As a natural negotiator or mediator, this aids her in her entrepreneurial attitude, especially for negotiating contracts. A people pleaser, she thrives on friendships and connection with others. This often comes easily due to her Zeltron heritage. She can be competitive at times. Jahzra is almost always open to new experiences and is unafraid to try new things. Unafraid of authority, she refuses to back down. This is especially when it comes to protecting friends, or in regards to what is fair. She is generous and giving when she has the ability to be. Her skills, ability to adapt, and attitudes make her team-player rather than a complete loner. She is, of course, perfectly happy on her own as well. She enjoys mental games, such as puzzles, as well as though exercises, and figuring people out. She also enjoys physical pursuits, often sports, as well as other physical...hobbies. It is often easier to motivate her by telling her not to do X-thing. Or she might see it as a personal challenge, which she is also unafraid of. She cares little for long-odds. With her resourcefulness and other capabilities, she is often able to do things others would consider quite hard.

Family:

• Mother: Pedella
• Father: Kigios
• Sister (older): Drakina
• Brother (younger): Okrend
• Extended: Several aunts, uncles, cousins, along with grandparents.

History:

It's lengthy

Jahzra was born in a small town, a farming community really, that provided food for the region. Her parents were low-middle class, and worked as handlers for the automated farms, keeping the machinery in good repair. Padella did as best she could, along with her husband Kigios, but often Jahz was left in the care of her older sister Drakina. Years later her younger brother, Okrend would come along. Jahz spent much of her time playing on farmland and helping her parents with repairs to the droids, or machinery. This gave her something of a tomboy upbringing but makes her naturally good with her hands, machinery, and technology. And as always there was education, but the Zeltron education system was more loose, having both public, private, and self-education systems. She did reasonably well, at least until Kigios seemed to up and vanish a short time after Okrend was born.

This left him in the care of his older sisters, though more of Drakina’s than Jahzra’s. Resenting her father’s leaving, she, of course, flaked out and began to slip in her education some. Being left on her own much more, she began to develop a strong independent streak, which only began to increase as she began to blossom and fill out as a woman with the onset of puberty at roughly thirteen to fourteen. IT was then she began to get into risky behaviors, hanging out with the ‘wrong’ crowd. She had her first drink around then, and soon enough found she liked it. Not long after, she lost, or gave up to her virginity to an older guy who seemed to have all the right answers, knew the right things to say. Unfortunately, a week later she was left on her own. Attempting to shrug off the devastation and take an edge off everything, she turned to drinking, and a couple of party drugs she’d heard from. It was fun, and for a time she was able to maintain an even keel, focusing on school when she could, but also hanging out with her friends. Before long she was busted and grounded.

Chaffing at restriction she went to ignoring them and would sneak out, or just not come home until the early hours of the morning. Her classwork didn’t seem to suffer and was pretty spot on. It was clear that Jahzra was a smart girl. Perhaps more than any of her family would have guessed. Soon after she was able to acquire a skyhopper to go along with the small swoop she’d managed to finagle from a friend. She discovered she had a love of flying and was good at it. She began to get into races here and there, another risky activity.

Eventually, her mother was at a loss and kicked her out. It was emotional and painful for all, but Jahz committed to being on her own. For a while, she couch-surfed with friends, or with her large, extended family. Graduating out of the education system early she turned to partying here and there and making money by what means she could, from bets and gambling to making deals, and at a couple of points, taking a package from one place to another, and occasionally trading favors for money. Eventually, she was making deliveries quite a bit.

Tragedy struck though as one race in her skyhopper resulted in a collision with lumbering hover truck that was hauling garbage. She’d been bumped by a rival racer and as she tried to avoid with a clever dive, it had clipped the top fin of her speeder sending it spinning crazily, tumbling into traffic. Thankfully no other vehicles were hit, but she did crash into the side of a building. She awoke days later in the hospital after being dunked in a bacta tank a few times. With no real money to pay for her medical bills, and no one she could really turn to… and law enforcement likely about to be breathing down her neck, Jahz was miserable secondary to any physical pain she might have felt.

So it was that she found herself approached by a man named Scardon Orsan. He met her in that hospital room and sat on her bed. He’d taken the time to learn who she was, and talk to her folks, and friends. He’d owned the building, and the hover truck she’d hit. He was a wealthy businessman on Zeltros. Immediately she worried he was going to press charges, but he gently explained that he wasn’t. Instead, he offered something incredible. Her medical bills were covered, charges dropped. He took her to the side and began helping her get her life cleaned up. He saw potential in her and worked to make her more. He took her basic street scrapping skills and had her taught real fighting skills. He taught her how to handle herself in a fight. And he made her one of his couriers, delivering protected cargo from one place to another. First, it was just across the planet, and then soon, he saw to her delivering from system to system. For the next several years, she worked for Orsan.

During that time, she found herself falling in love with a man by the name of Calerick Hyndval. Cale wound up sweeping her off her feet. The man cared little about her sordid past and enjoyed her unusual lifestyle. It wasn’t until a half a year in, that once more tragedy found her. They were making a run for Orsan, and an Imperial patrol jumped in on them. They attempted to talk their way past but the picket ship opened up in the courier vessel. It had relatively light shields and only one weapon. Jahz attempted to flee while Cale took the gunwale. A turbolaser blast struck the gunwale in the escape, killing, if not vaporizing her fiance in an instant.

The ship made it to lightspeed moments later. Only to discover the horror of what was left of her lover. Devastated she could barely function to make the rest of the trip. Holding herself responsible - should have been faster, should have rolled to take the shot on fresher shields… - Jahz retreated into herself. Eventually, she left Orsan and his organization. The ship she’d flown for years had been designed to suit her, but with such a traumatic memory she put it in dry storage and for a time left it behind. She still seeks to pay Orsan back for the vessel, repairs, and hospital bills, though he has explained to her she has nothing to pay him back for.

After all these years, Orsan is much like the father she never had and wished her own had been. Kind, generous, but also firm, and often able to guide. But now, she has been wandering the spacelanes on her own. This was a year or two back. Perhaps now she can find new work, for a new boss.