Post by Nova on May 8, 2015 18:01:08 GMT -5
Player's Name:
Yahoo ID: lila_vlos
Skype: slyiengentry
Email: anubihakai@gmail.com
Name: Nova Solostar
PHYSICAL DATA
Identifying Marks: Birth mark at base of skull above hairline, changes skin color. Hair color changes to purplish blue fading to white, usually concealed.
Appearance:
Occupation: Former slave, Freelance cargo delivery pilot, scrapper, scoundrel, fringer. (Force Sensitive)
Weapons: T-6 "Thunderer" Heavy Blaster, vibroknife.
Technology: Datapad, ship's computer for now.
Vehicle: Baudo Star Yacht named Onyx Raven
Brief History
Nova Solostar, born to Alissa Solostar was born into bondage. Her mother had been a slave for Maga the Hutt. Maga was only a small time crime lord trying to claw his way up the ladder, but only enjoyed moderate success. Alissa was an entertainer for Naga, trained in a mixture of performance arts. She'd been captured by pirates and sold into slavery after a modest career during the New Republic and later. Nova was born years after her time in captivity.
Alissa hated the idea of her daughter being raised in slavery, but that was the fate she was dealt. She taught Nova to be strong, independent when she could afford to be. She taught the girl much of what she knew, from how to cook, and dance, and sing, and dress, to how to handle a vibro and kick some nerf in the jewels. Around the time Nova was sixteen her mother passed on, leaving a vulnerable girl in the wonderfully tender care of the Hutts.
Soon she was press-ganged into a much seedier side of their entertainment businesses. Only Nova was not as meek and mild as her mother. She proved to be fiesty and a fighter. More than one 'client' had been assaulted by her, and her handlers weren't much better off. She proved to be a handful, and so they decided to teach her a lesson, tossing her to some local underground brawlers. Nova gave as good as she got, though she wound up beaten to a pulp.
After being nursed back to health, the Hutts tossed her back into their entertainment houses (brothels), thinking that she'd had a suitable attitude adjustment. That did not turn out to be the case. One of Maga's advisers saw an opportunity with her, and took over her handling. He put her in the fighting circuit, underground. it was a niche she'd filled in well, even though she didn't have much in the way of real training. She was raw, but had potential. After she began to win, he arranged for her to be trained, give her more skills.
Within the first year, she began traveling to different venues, fighting a variety of types, in a number of situations, some of them deadly. Mixed in were weapons from knives, clubs, and vibro weapons, to blaster weapons as well a creative and messy things, such as slug throwers, disc throwers, and so on... anything that could be in a spectacle bloodsport.
During her off time, having long ago been implanted with a tracker and explosive device, and thus being allowed to wander, but not too far, she learned to pilot swoops with a local swoop gang. Working with them as an enforcer allowed her to buy her own ride. Making a few friends, she was able to have them proxy bets on some of her fights. Knowing which ones she planned to loose, and which ones she planned to win allowed her to make money, splitting the profits with her friend(s).
She had been saving to buy a ship, and her contract when a raid by the Protectorate killed Maga, and they freed her. She bought an old clunker of a ship for most of what she had. Needing a job and training, she began to work with the fleet, learning to fly, learning the space lanes, and getting her ship in space worthy shape. It was an old Baudo Star Yacht taht had seen better days. She poured her earnings into the ship, and put in the wrench time fixing her up, going from not knowing much about mechanics, to becoming a grease monkey, and knowing the ins and outs of the ship.
When it was learned what the Protectorate was doing, she avoided the space and began smuggling weapons, supplies, and personnel. There she was able to profit quickly, while supporting the Resistance.
When the war ended two years ago, she found that she was in a unique position, and began delivering disaster relief supplies to desperate worlds, as well as doing what she could to avoid pirates. Her Raven had become machine built for speed, survivability, and had some teeth of it's own.
These days, this woman could be doing almost anything she sat her mind to...
Yahoo ID: lila_vlos
Skype: slyiengentry
Email: anubihakai@gmail.com
Name: Nova Solostar
PHYSICAL DATA
| Species | Sex/Gender | Height | Weight | Hair Style/color | Eye Color | Physical Build |
| Human | Female | 1.73m (5' 8") | 68.03kg (150 lbs) | Red, long, wavy | Teal | Built, athletic |
Identifying Marks: Birth mark at base of skull above hairline, changes skin color. Hair color changes to purplish blue fading to white, usually concealed.
Appearance:
Occupation: Former slave, Freelance cargo delivery pilot, scrapper, scoundrel, fringer. (Force Sensitive)
Weapons: T-6 "Thunderer" Heavy Blaster, vibroknife.
Technology: Datapad, ship's computer for now.
Vehicle: Baudo Star Yacht named Onyx Raven
Brief History
Nova Solostar, born to Alissa Solostar was born into bondage. Her mother had been a slave for Maga the Hutt. Maga was only a small time crime lord trying to claw his way up the ladder, but only enjoyed moderate success. Alissa was an entertainer for Naga, trained in a mixture of performance arts. She'd been captured by pirates and sold into slavery after a modest career during the New Republic and later. Nova was born years after her time in captivity.
Alissa hated the idea of her daughter being raised in slavery, but that was the fate she was dealt. She taught Nova to be strong, independent when she could afford to be. She taught the girl much of what she knew, from how to cook, and dance, and sing, and dress, to how to handle a vibro and kick some nerf in the jewels. Around the time Nova was sixteen her mother passed on, leaving a vulnerable girl in the wonderfully tender care of the Hutts.
Soon she was press-ganged into a much seedier side of their entertainment businesses. Only Nova was not as meek and mild as her mother. She proved to be fiesty and a fighter. More than one 'client' had been assaulted by her, and her handlers weren't much better off. She proved to be a handful, and so they decided to teach her a lesson, tossing her to some local underground brawlers. Nova gave as good as she got, though she wound up beaten to a pulp.
After being nursed back to health, the Hutts tossed her back into their entertainment houses (brothels), thinking that she'd had a suitable attitude adjustment. That did not turn out to be the case. One of Maga's advisers saw an opportunity with her, and took over her handling. He put her in the fighting circuit, underground. it was a niche she'd filled in well, even though she didn't have much in the way of real training. She was raw, but had potential. After she began to win, he arranged for her to be trained, give her more skills.
Within the first year, she began traveling to different venues, fighting a variety of types, in a number of situations, some of them deadly. Mixed in were weapons from knives, clubs, and vibro weapons, to blaster weapons as well a creative and messy things, such as slug throwers, disc throwers, and so on... anything that could be in a spectacle bloodsport.
During her off time, having long ago been implanted with a tracker and explosive device, and thus being allowed to wander, but not too far, she learned to pilot swoops with a local swoop gang. Working with them as an enforcer allowed her to buy her own ride. Making a few friends, she was able to have them proxy bets on some of her fights. Knowing which ones she planned to loose, and which ones she planned to win allowed her to make money, splitting the profits with her friend(s).
She had been saving to buy a ship, and her contract when a raid by the Protectorate killed Maga, and they freed her. She bought an old clunker of a ship for most of what she had. Needing a job and training, she began to work with the fleet, learning to fly, learning the space lanes, and getting her ship in space worthy shape. It was an old Baudo Star Yacht taht had seen better days. She poured her earnings into the ship, and put in the wrench time fixing her up, going from not knowing much about mechanics, to becoming a grease monkey, and knowing the ins and outs of the ship.
When it was learned what the Protectorate was doing, she avoided the space and began smuggling weapons, supplies, and personnel. There she was able to profit quickly, while supporting the Resistance.
When the war ended two years ago, she found that she was in a unique position, and began delivering disaster relief supplies to desperate worlds, as well as doing what she could to avoid pirates. Her Raven had become machine built for speed, survivability, and had some teeth of it's own.
These days, this woman could be doing almost anything she sat her mind to...
