Post by Karma Prue on Mar 8, 2009 19:20:07 GMT 1
Name: Karma Prue
Race: Human, female
Age: 23 standard years
Home planet: Unknown
Language: Basic, bottchee, Huttese, Bothan. Understands a little Wookiee and Ryll.
Height: 1,6 m
Weight: 48 kg
Haircolour: Violet
Eyecolour: Black
Profession: Space Slug, drugdealer, info-gather, pocket-picker... bit of everything.
Appearance:
Prue has very short, violet, bristle hair and black eyes, always cold and calculating. Her skin is deadly pale, having been away from sunlight for too many years. Her body is thin and sharp of built and not the least feminin. People often mistake her for a boy last in his late teens, which Prue uses to her own advantage. She is always dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood drawn up, a dark blue tank top and grey, wornout pants. Unlike a big part of the galaxy's population, she doesn't wear longlegged boots. Her shoes are brown, light wandering boots, giving her a great advantage when running or jumping. Her right hand is covered by a coarse, black glove with spikes. When sneeking around outdoors, she always wears her midnight blue trench coat. The belts around her waist is heavy with equipment to survive the brutal life in the galaxy: Two small, but deadly, blaster pistols, extra charges, thermal detonators, wire and climbing hook, skeleton keys, jamming equipment, credits, flash light and a pouch with foodrations. On long trips she brings her backpack with food, first aid gear, smoke- and flash granates and flares. Across her chest she carries a belt with one line of throwing daggers. On her back she sometimes carries a blaster rifle of an unknown design.
Prue doesn't wear any particular jewelry, except for a pair of silver ear rings. Apart from her violet hair, she has no special, personal traits. She can mix with in a crowd and then disappear again without a trace, and noone will ever remember her being there.
When Prue talks, her voice is low and purring, almost like a cat. She hardly ever shouts.
Personality:
Better them than me. Each to his own. Prue lives by such rules. She has grown up knowing that if you don't learn to stay alive on your own in a certain age, you can just lay down and die. Because there is nothing else, you can do. She is cold to practically everyone around her, but not in a provoking way. She just... doesn't care.
When trapped in a corner, Prue is anything but defenseless. Since she was just a little girl, she has been trained to kill as fast and silently as possible. You will probably never know what hit you.
Prue prefers to operate in the shadows and doesn't make any trouble, unless she needs it as a diversion. She will take whatever job she can get. Through her life, Prue has worked a ship mechanic, street trader, courier, hacker, assassin, waitress, thief, drugdealer and dancer. Now she stays with the Space Slugs, carrying out whatever task she gets.
Abilities:
Size matters not. From early age, Prue has taught to be a street fighter, so she knows a lot of dirty tricks. Having a past as a pickpocket, she is not bothered by a guilty conscience and doesn't hesitate to pick people's wallets and whatever, she needs for the moment.
With her slight built, she is lithe enough to squeeze her body through narrow places, where normal people have to give up. That provides her with a huge advantage when escaping from persuders. She has a fotografic memory and a eminent sense of direction.
Should she get into trouble, the motto is: Don't panic. Prue has never, not once in her life, panicked. She is not sure if she is even afraid of anything. Mostly, she doesn't care about danger. Fortunately that hasn't made her stupid enough to not knowing when to run for her life.
Preferring to kill silently, Prue uses her throwing daggers more than her blasters. She is a good shot, but when it comes to throw her daggers – she is a natural talent. She throws her daggers quick and persistent – and hardy ever miss.
Background:
Prue was born and grew up on board an old space ship, belonging to a space gipsy family. A strange folk travelling around the galaxy like nomads. Her mother was a 'fortune teller' and earned her living by telling people stories about what the future would bring. Her father was a swindler. Nothing big, just small tricks to earn a living. Prue was their only child, which was very uncommon, but she was soon adopted by the huge group of children already living on board the ship with their parents, the relatives of Prue's mother and father.
It was a hard life being a space gipsy. Every day was a fight to live and to feed, so you had to learn how to fight very quickly. At the beginning, Prue could only scratch and bite, but sometimes that would be more than enough, being a wild cat as she was. Everything she learned about fighting, she was taught by her grand mother, the matriark of the gipsy group.
When Prue turned 15, she left the gipsies and her family to make a life of her own. The close society in the group was not excactly her taste. She went to Nar Shaddaa and got a job as waitress and dancer in a cantina. The life as a drugdealer was, however, far too tempting for her. Between the shows she started to sell drugs to the customers and had her own little hidden business.
Unfornately, the cantina's owner discovered her little business and would have killed her, had a female Bothan not intervened. She presented herself as Je'Ann Kall'im.
Together the two women made a tough duo, getting into a whole lot of trouble, swindlering and stealing where they could. There are a reward on both their heads, but that doesn't seem to bother neither Prue nor Je'Ann.
They lived together for many years, until it was time to go their separate ways. Prue joined the Space Slugs, and Je'Ann left for Alderaan. Today, they are still very close friends, but living different lives.
Race: Human, female
Age: 23 standard years
Home planet: Unknown
Language: Basic, bottchee, Huttese, Bothan. Understands a little Wookiee and Ryll.
Height: 1,6 m
Weight: 48 kg
Haircolour: Violet
Eyecolour: Black
Profession: Space Slug, drugdealer, info-gather, pocket-picker... bit of everything.
Appearance:
Prue has very short, violet, bristle hair and black eyes, always cold and calculating. Her skin is deadly pale, having been away from sunlight for too many years. Her body is thin and sharp of built and not the least feminin. People often mistake her for a boy last in his late teens, which Prue uses to her own advantage. She is always dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood drawn up, a dark blue tank top and grey, wornout pants. Unlike a big part of the galaxy's population, she doesn't wear longlegged boots. Her shoes are brown, light wandering boots, giving her a great advantage when running or jumping. Her right hand is covered by a coarse, black glove with spikes. When sneeking around outdoors, she always wears her midnight blue trench coat. The belts around her waist is heavy with equipment to survive the brutal life in the galaxy: Two small, but deadly, blaster pistols, extra charges, thermal detonators, wire and climbing hook, skeleton keys, jamming equipment, credits, flash light and a pouch with foodrations. On long trips she brings her backpack with food, first aid gear, smoke- and flash granates and flares. Across her chest she carries a belt with one line of throwing daggers. On her back she sometimes carries a blaster rifle of an unknown design.
Prue doesn't wear any particular jewelry, except for a pair of silver ear rings. Apart from her violet hair, she has no special, personal traits. She can mix with in a crowd and then disappear again without a trace, and noone will ever remember her being there.
When Prue talks, her voice is low and purring, almost like a cat. She hardly ever shouts.
Personality:
Better them than me. Each to his own. Prue lives by such rules. She has grown up knowing that if you don't learn to stay alive on your own in a certain age, you can just lay down and die. Because there is nothing else, you can do. She is cold to practically everyone around her, but not in a provoking way. She just... doesn't care.
When trapped in a corner, Prue is anything but defenseless. Since she was just a little girl, she has been trained to kill as fast and silently as possible. You will probably never know what hit you.
Prue prefers to operate in the shadows and doesn't make any trouble, unless she needs it as a diversion. She will take whatever job she can get. Through her life, Prue has worked a ship mechanic, street trader, courier, hacker, assassin, waitress, thief, drugdealer and dancer. Now she stays with the Space Slugs, carrying out whatever task she gets.
Abilities:
Size matters not. From early age, Prue has taught to be a street fighter, so she knows a lot of dirty tricks. Having a past as a pickpocket, she is not bothered by a guilty conscience and doesn't hesitate to pick people's wallets and whatever, she needs for the moment.
With her slight built, she is lithe enough to squeeze her body through narrow places, where normal people have to give up. That provides her with a huge advantage when escaping from persuders. She has a fotografic memory and a eminent sense of direction.
Should she get into trouble, the motto is: Don't panic. Prue has never, not once in her life, panicked. She is not sure if she is even afraid of anything. Mostly, she doesn't care about danger. Fortunately that hasn't made her stupid enough to not knowing when to run for her life.
Preferring to kill silently, Prue uses her throwing daggers more than her blasters. She is a good shot, but when it comes to throw her daggers – she is a natural talent. She throws her daggers quick and persistent – and hardy ever miss.
Background:
Prue was born and grew up on board an old space ship, belonging to a space gipsy family. A strange folk travelling around the galaxy like nomads. Her mother was a 'fortune teller' and earned her living by telling people stories about what the future would bring. Her father was a swindler. Nothing big, just small tricks to earn a living. Prue was their only child, which was very uncommon, but she was soon adopted by the huge group of children already living on board the ship with their parents, the relatives of Prue's mother and father.
It was a hard life being a space gipsy. Every day was a fight to live and to feed, so you had to learn how to fight very quickly. At the beginning, Prue could only scratch and bite, but sometimes that would be more than enough, being a wild cat as she was. Everything she learned about fighting, she was taught by her grand mother, the matriark of the gipsy group.
When Prue turned 15, she left the gipsies and her family to make a life of her own. The close society in the group was not excactly her taste. She went to Nar Shaddaa and got a job as waitress and dancer in a cantina. The life as a drugdealer was, however, far too tempting for her. Between the shows she started to sell drugs to the customers and had her own little hidden business.
Unfornately, the cantina's owner discovered her little business and would have killed her, had a female Bothan not intervened. She presented herself as Je'Ann Kall'im.
Together the two women made a tough duo, getting into a whole lot of trouble, swindlering and stealing where they could. There are a reward on both their heads, but that doesn't seem to bother neither Prue nor Je'Ann.
They lived together for many years, until it was time to go their separate ways. Prue joined the Space Slugs, and Je'Ann left for Alderaan. Today, they are still very close friends, but living different lives.