Post by mig on May 7, 2007 19:34:49 GMT -5
Player Name: Mig (ta da)
Yahoo! thingy: freakishangelgal
Hotmail: freakish_angel_gal@hotmail.com
Name: Aruska Song – the new-age feminist
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Occupation: Escaped slave / assassin, though she’s looking to ‘branch out’
Weapons: Her motto – accessorize, accessorize, accessorize. A girl’s best accessory: a good old handy modified blaster. Second best accessory: slim, thin knives that can pass for hair pieces. They look good, and they kill neatly. Excellent. And no girl could leave home without her bracelet-cum-garrotting wire.
Appearance: Shoulder-length red hair, messily cut in a way that she believes is top fashion, slanted green eyes that sometimes appear grey or blue, depending on the light. While otherwise average-looking, she has a pleasant face, her best feature being her plump lips, which she often likes to paint in bright, suggestive colours. She has a curvy body – the sort that would turn to fat if she didn’t keep herself on her strict diet and regular exercise regime. Her body has its share of scars, none so ugly-looking as the one on the back of her right shoulder, where she dug out the slave microchip by herself, using a rusty metal shard. She likes to keep herself dressed in the latest fashions at all times – the skimpier, the better. She has a thermal light tattoo (the intensity of light given off depends on her body temperature) on her left breast, an old bawdy saying from her home world, in the planet’s strange old characters - ‘good luck, good fun, good fuck’.
Personality: Aruska is a determined, stubborn, feisty girl. Comes with the red hair. If she sees something she wants, she won’t stop until she gets it. And generally, she wants a lot of things. Mostly people. Naked. To put it nicely: she likes to sleep around, and she’s as subtle as an angry wookie when it comes to that. That’s why she loves her work. She’ll kill you with a smile on her face and a hand down your pants. And then maybe, if you’re male, she’ll cut it off to keep for herself and hand your body over to her client. Or she’ll just have her way with your dead body and get it over and done with then and there. She’s nice like that. Aruska’s generally a fun-loving girl, never far from a smile, and it’s nearly impossible to make her angry. The only time she may appear to be a little less than jovial is when dealing with those she refers to as the ‘idiot weaklings’. She believes that anyone can get out of a bad situation – she’s gotten out of tonnes of bad positions (though there’s a few that weren’t so bad, merely interesting, and she’d like to try them again under different circumstances), and thinks that if someone can’t do something for themself, they aren’t worth bothering with. She gets bored with routine, which is why she likes her work – her jobs always seem to be different, every time.
History: After an uneventful childhood on an outlying planet, she and a group of friends were taken by slavers while on an otherwise boring school camp. Being an experimental adolescent, Aruska had been in a rather... suggestive position with one of her school friends when the slavers raided their little encampment, yet when they burst in to her cabin, she didn’t bat an eyelid – just grinned and asked if anyone wanted to join in. Keeping this in mind, the slavers sold her as a pleasure slave to some spice merchant. He lost her a few years later to a Hutt, who she danced for (though some of his more humanoid generals, male and female, didn’t mind slipping her between their sheets). It wasn’t that she didn’t like what she did – it was strange, because she was the only one among the pleasure slaves who genuinely enjoyed it, only because she was generally a very cheerful person, and didn’t care if she was beaten. Usually she’d hit back. That was probably why she was so popular. Either way, she just got bored of it. So she ran away, dug out the slave microchip in her shoulder, then slept her way aboard a ship to Nar Shadaa. It was only a few weeks later she made her first kill. Completely out of self-defence, of course. He kept saying no, and she wanted him so bad. Hurt her feelings, he did. Not very nice of him at all. She found that she enjoyed the thrill of killing someone and taking what she wanted. So she did it again. And again. Eventually she figured she could make a living out of it, and over the years, built up a reputation for being a very skilled killer. Even if her kills seemed to turn up missing some of their parts.
Quote: Despite what most people think, you have the most control over a man when you have his dick in your mouth. He’s surrendering himself to your mercy. You can give him as much pleasure as you want to give him. You decide whether you want to spit or swallow, depending on how good his come tastes. Or you can just bite his dick right off and take away the very thing that makes him a man. It’s totally up to you. *grin*
Goal: Her ultimate goal in life is to open and run her own high-class brothel. Naturally.
(I have a bad habit of writing LOTS)
(And I've always wanted an excuse to use that quote. XD)
