SPECIES: Human GENDER: Female AGE: 29 HEIGHT: 162 cm WEIGHT:54 kg
Lorelei Fett was young when her branch of the Mandalorian Dominion was destroyed. The Sith Brotherhood almost eradicated House Fett, and left it’s remains scattered about to ultimately pick themselves up. Many of the remaining individuals departed to various corners of the galaxy, and went about the attempts to repair their lives. Lorelei stayed behind. Her parents and siblings did not survive the attack, and she was left alone in the fray for a time before she was found by a man, and taken under his wing.
The young girl was hardly old enough to care for herself, but found a mutual living situation with her new protector. He provided a home, food, and an education, while the girl took care of their small apartment, and was attentive to her school work. She never talked much, as the event of losing her family took a toll on the way she interacted with the outside world. Lorelei grew up silent, and kept to herself. Her new parental figure was old, and stern. They never usually talked, unless he was asking her to do something.
For the most part, she did not mind. She went from the youngest of several children, to being an only child. Her mentor was intelligent, and expected the same from his adopted daughter. To him, he would have rather seen the girl grow up intelligent, than kind. However, Lorelei managed to balance both.
There was an extensive amount of pressure placed on her to not only preform her best, but meet the expectations of her mentor. He was a mad scientist sort of character, who hid behind a mask of aloof, and reserved calculation. Lorelei believed he had no empathic feelings towards her. She was like a replacement for his daughter that had been lost during the battle, and a subject of resentment.
He was a doctor, and immediately began to prepare the girl for the same career path. Luckily for Lorelei, she found the world of medicine to be fascinating. He pushed her to be the best of her peers. Of course, everyone has their flaws, and such expectations may have done more harm than good.
When she was a young teenager, she joined programs with the military. She longed to rebuild house Fett, and play her part in the war that currently effected the whole entire galaxy. In a way, Lorelei did what she felt she had to do, versus what she wanted to do. Her whole youth, she had been told what she wanted. And she believed it.
Eventually her adopted father passed away, and left her on her own. She did not know how to feel about it, except hollow and strangely as if she were watching the events of tragedy take place, instead of experiencing them herself.
She moved on, continuing to devote herself to her aspirations of becoming a doctor. The girl trained hard, and continued to exercise her skills into adulthood. She found that instead of working from an office, she preferred to be at the front of the action. Lorelei wielded tools for combat, with the intention to put her medical skills to good use.
According to psychological research, when a child experiences tragic events, it is possible that they will act as if the misfortunes are happening to someone else. This causes a split in their personality, and remains a burden as dissociative identity disorder. Lorelei Fett has an amount of mental complications, that she subdues with the assistance of a few pills.
After she has her mentality under control, she functions like a normal human being. Her disposition has always been cautionary, and timid. She rubs off as weak, or manipulatable. However, she is strong enough to not so easily give in when pain is inflicted upon her. She will go to great lengths to please those she desires validation from.
She had always been shy, and it took a year before she decided to speak after her family’s death. After that, she had to work on her speech until she reached her teenage years. It was then, that she could speak fluently, with minor incorrections.
Lorelei genuinely enjoys the details of science, and the practice of medicine. She devotes her life to the advancement of the Mandalorians, and House Fett. It is what she believes she wants. In a way, it is ignorant to think of no other possibilities. But then again, if she were given the option to decline the life that was forced upon her, she would likely refuse. It was a branding she thoroughly accepted.
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BORN: Downtown silicon point AFFILIATION: Independent SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Female AGE: 19 HEIGHT: 5'5" WEIGHT:115lbs
Darcy Wolfe was born in Silicon Point, where her father and older brother raised her until she was fifteen years old. Her father, Matthias Wolfe, was a biochemist who had the skills to be successful, but none of the recourses. Disregarding the conventional, he decided to use his knowledge to produce illicit drugs. Meanwhile, her brother Cole sold the product on street corners to rake in a steady income. Sometimes, if they were lucky, a club or bar would buy them out and they would be set for weeks.
The girl grew up watching her father mix chemicals, and her brother, six years her senior, move in and out of the apartment with clients. Eventually she became old enough to do the work herself. Running the streets was alright, but she was infatuated with the science behind her father’s business. After all, the man was never one to be considered an emotional support. The only way to receive her father’s attention was by showing interest in his work.
Her home education on the art of narcotic creation ended abruptly when she returned home one evening to find a fire engulfed the family’s apartment. Remnants of charred walls and fiber glass welcomed her, with not a single human being to be seen or heard from. Skipping out on sirens around the block, Darcy assumed that if she stuck around long enough, her father or brother would eventually turn up.
She never heard from them again. Naturally, the girl did not waste time when she felt it was necessary to begin establishing her own means of survival. Letting emotions get in the way was not something she was going to consume herself with. A job at an overcrowded factory gave Darcy the opportunity to pay rent at a place with a dozen other people crashing on drugs and hiding from the authorities.
During the next four years of her life, she learned the art of self-preservation. If she had to sell dope on the side, it was a simple task. But her preferred subject of interest was inspired from working on burnt out machinery. The girl became curious once again, about how to create things, cause problems, and fix them efficiently. In a city driven by technology and complex operating systems, an engineering skillset had the opportunity to bring about a highly lucrative business. All Darcy had to do was focus on being a part time mechanic who cooks drugs and gets her ass kicked on days when some junkie decides they’re not paying for their next fix.
Darcy Wolfe grew up in a less than ideal environment which shaped her to be a harsh individual. She values fight over flight, and often finds herself in adverse situations due to impulsivity. It would be beneficial to think before acting, but the girl has a burning tendency toward anger which begs to be acknowledged. Such a confrontational attitude has not always fared well, yet she continues to feel justified in her actions. In a society where people are hurting others or getting hurt, she would much rather hurt someone else.
The girl’s most exercised trait would be her efficiency. Not only due to the fact that she was raised in a place which demanded quick thinking and creative solutions, but because she desires to thrive. She wants wealth and glory. Achievement is regarded as proof of passion, and progress is a result of determination. Not only does she feel superior to those who lack the same characteristics and values, but she respects individuals who are equally ambitious.
She is a hard worker who gives either complete or absolutely no energy to whatever issue she is infatuated with. Whether it is a job, project, or person, she remains intense over what she is invested in. This makes the girl extremely loyal to those who are actually invited beyond her thick wall of distrust. She would much rather be lonely than subjected to betrayal.
Finally, Darcy is consumed with the here and now. She constantly occupies herself with tasks and goals in attempt to stay busy, because settling down for extended periods of time leaves her restless. She hopes one day satisfaction will present itself, but instead the deep pit of desire inside her chest grows with every reckless attempt to feel alive.
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Lanna Stone was born in the Eyrie, to Lord Cassian Arryn. Her mother was a nomadic peasant, who originally fled from Naath in order to break away from her slave status. The woman gained attention from the Lord when he traveled to the outskirts of the Vale for diplomatic reasons, and together they conceived a child. Lanna’s mother was brought back to the Eyrie where she was given a comfortable living place, and the opportunity to be present in her child’s life. However, regardless of her attempt to remain in the background of the Eyrie’s social settings, Lady Arryn’s spiteful eye was constantly alert. Soon enough, a midnight goodbye and gentle kiss would be the last moment Lanna shared with her mother.
Growing up, she had the inclination to believe the disappearance of her mother was not from careless abandonment, but coercion. Despite this, the girl never spoke up about her suspicions. Lady Arryn may have been merciful enough not to tamper with the life of a child, but even so, Lanna was not going to push the woman’s limits. Her step mother demanded that she wear restricting dresses, stand up straight, and memorize poetry for hours each day. The girl’s two older siblings payed little attention to her, which prompted Lanna to spend most of her desired need to socialize conversing with servants and guards. Despite her isolation, she always searched for interesting individuals to converse with.
Routinely, the bitter girl found herself most satisfied deep within educational studies. The accessibility of informative texts, maps, and autobiographies was where she could be most thankful for her status under such prominent Lords and Ladies of Arryn. Remaining active in mind and body was much more entertaining than the small details of femininity, which were expected of her to learn. After enough attempts of going through the motions with stained dresses and wildly untamed hair, Lady Arryn gave up on her feigned caring attitude and left the girl to her own devices.
Lanna spent her next three years of life fooling around the Eyrie, becoming fast friends with each one of the people who worked in the fortress to keep it running. She enjoyed listening to their stories about life, experiences, and distant lands. At fourteen years old, a close handmaid woke her in a haste. News of her father’s murder on the battle field meant she had no ties to the House of Arryn. Swiftly, the girl moved through the night, stealing away onto a traveling caravan until she finally escaped the Vale.
Lanna Stone has the ability to be a clever, charismatic young woman. At least, when she is not being overly abrasive. She shows interest in people she meets, and attempts to learn from their mistakes. Even though she observes diligently, she simultaneously finds value in taking the chance to interact with what sparks her interest. The girl is always examining patterns and connections between knowledge from textbook studies, social manipulation, and high pressure situations. She interprets the world through a highly analytical lens. Often, this causes her to neglect emotions, and embrace a cynical, rigid world view. After being contained so long amongst people who told her what to do and how to act, she became explosively free and independent. The spite she faced may have primarily been at the hands of Lady Arryn, but the burden of a bastard will naturally permeate the environment she resides in. The girl learned not to trust easily or become overly invested in anyone beside herself. She may be socially enthusiastic, but subconsciously she creates space for self-preservation. Now, the girl remains bold and unflinching when faced with authority.
Lanna is young, and constantly learning about what the world has to offer. She is completely aware of cruelty, and kindness, yet finds there to be something exciting about interacting with the variety of choice. Due to her oppressive upbringing, she wishes to find a place where she can be free to do what she wants, when she pleases. And she does not mind if the ability to do so leaves her uncomfortable, and bitter. In fact, it is the passion and love of reckless experience which makes her feel most satisfied, even when she is struggling to survive.
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The child was born in Dreadfort, during a dark and early morning snowstorm. Such a day would set the tone for the course of Ezra Bolton’s life. Always stuck in some sort of ridged blunder, the boy got used to quickly adapting to his changing environment. His mother, Lady Cerwyn, had a constant shifting self-image, and proved to be much too unstable for engaging in the social politics expected of a woman wielding her status. Some would say it was Lord Cyrus Bolton who drove the woman’s sanity into the ground. But Ezra knew his father cared little enough about his mother to even provide her attention in the form of abuse.
He found his place between his parents to be black and white. His father tore him down for weakness while his mother built him up for strength. The polarizing blend of attention left the boy hardened, and hyperaware of his achievements. Maybe it was the emotional incest initiated by his mother, or the constant disapproval of his father which made him so cold. Nevertheless, it did not matter once they were both dead. First, his father was killed on the battlefield. His mother then followed with a successful suicide attempt.
The causes of his pathology were cremated into ash, and the young Lord was left to rule House Bolton. He began by reorganizing everything he considered fit to change. Reconstructing from the ground up was a challenge, but once finished, his military was poised to dominate. Armies trained under banners of flayed men and learned to use the viciously brutal techniques of their ancestors to effectively torture their enemies. The House’s children were trained from a young age to mentally withstand the horrors of war and grow to be aggressive victors. Not only were they encouraged to win, but make their opponents beg for the finality of a painless end. When war met their lands, a grey slush of mud mixed with ice, and bloody snow streaked across the Bolton’s domain.
As years passed, Lord Ezra Bolton built his army and connections around Westeros. He became knowledgeable in every little aspect of the ideal territory he built for himself. His people remained bloodthirsty, and fostered a sense of restlessness among one another. The man knew if his subjects had the drive to conquer, they would go to extreme lengths for victory. However, he only had to focus on the pride aspect of moral. Ezra concluded that humans were beings concerned with self preservation, and the only thing to carry man across a battlefield to his imminent death, would he a grandiose sense of pride.
Lord Ezra Bolton was achievement oriented from a young age. After all, his parents always placed massive emphasis on glory and success. The boy grew to be hungry for power and progressing his status in the realm. This lead him to do anything necessary to attain his goal of ascension. Sacrifices became necessary to move forward, and the only thing Lord Bolton was not going to give up was what he desired for himself. Ultimately, the ability to rule became a fixation. His environment is perceived to be a game of strategy. Every piece of the outside world has been picked apart and set back into theoretical motion within his mind. Not only does he balance the knowledge of what is currently taking place, but he remains several steps ahead of what will happen. As the world around him changes and converges, Lord Bolton has an adaptable sense of each moving piece in his game.
Even though his demeanor is primarily observatory, Ezra can be charming when necessary. He can play roles, and appeal to whatever those before him wish to see. That is, when it benefits him. He is everybody’s friend until it is time to move ahead of the curve. This makes it extremely beneficial for allies, and unfortunate for enemies of Lord Bolton. However, the question is when loyalties will shift. The man’s discipline and cold approach to slighting people has been perfected down to a science. Yet, he will always justify his actions in the name of self-advancement.
BORN: Old Valyria FEALTY: House Stark TITLE: Lady Jahaera Targaryen
CULTURE: High Valyrian AGE: 22 HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 130lbs
Juh-HEER-ah Targaryen was born in Old Valyria to a Lady from Meereen, and Lord Aerys Targaryen. Her father was jealous of how his older brother, Lord Gaemon Targaryen, was groomed to become the heir of the Targaryen future. There was no bloodline expected of Aerys to continue, therefore he was married to a Mereenian woman in attempt to forge allies. However, the lack of attaining his perceived right to have purely Targaryen children left him resentful of his wife and child. Once relocated on Dragonstone, the man obsessed himself into a state of madness, which resulted in taking gruesome measures after his wife passed away due to illness.
Jahaera was apathetically sent to a brothel on the iron islands where she completed whatever jobs a child could do in such a place. Shortly after, the man was put to death for violating his sister in attempt to bring about a pure blooded heir. Once it felt as if all ties to her home were cut, the girl primarily concerned herself with cooking and cleaning. Her purpose was to be forgotten. She spent several years learning to work hard and ease her way through a ridged social environment. Jahaera had already been educated in various subjects from history to politics. However, at this point, she was learning to survive.
After she became ridged, and skilled in the art of appealing to others, her attention was sharply set on getting off the Iron Islands. As relatively wealthy men visited the pleasure house, she was actively trying to find someone who would take her away from the horrid place. She could play the role of an exotic whore to get what she wanted, as she climbed the backs of men too stupid to realize exactly why she gave them the time of day. Soon enough, she would be off to explore the North with Lord Deran Karstark. Luckily, the woman grew a genuine liking toward him.
She was cunning, though emotional. The woman demanded a certain level of respect, and security from those she associated with. Jahaera never neglected common sense when infatuated with a lover but positioned herself to be a worthwhile companion not easily forgotten. She learned to protect herself after years of sleeping with one eye open. Whether her chosen form of protection came in the variation of mind games or physical protests such as poison, Jahaera was often ready to offensively fire back at threats. She was always acutely focused on understanding what an individual may desire. This aspect of her thinking lead the woman to be an excellent subordinate, and even better influencer. She was known as a Northern Targaryen, fallen from grace with the likes of her family. The term "Lady," became uttered with a sort of sarcastic inflection, however Jahaera payed little mind to those who underestimated her for such trivial reasons.
I don't have an attachment disorder. If anything, I reacted exceptionally well to my parent's lack of caring. They wanted a perfect socialite, and I rejected that standard. Growing up in a wealthy penthouse on the stratified world of Coruscant gave me a taste of status. But a politicized symbol of faux perfection was not in my nature. Shut up. Do not speak unless spoken to. Smile, look pretty, be the perfect mute child you were bread to be.
I would rather suffer the scum of Coruscant's lower levels than be contained by some fake upper class superiority complex. My family recognized this restlessness within me. Lucky for them, my force sensitive capabilities proved desirable to the Republic, as well as the Empire. By eight years old my ticket was signed, and I went off to the Jedi temple. The relocation of my external world was overwhelming, yet a relief. I excelled ahead of my peers when it came to the intensity of my relationship with the force. However, there was nothing methodical about the way I conducted myself.
My emotional ferocity was off putting to the council, which led their attempt to stifle my passion. They implemented extra rules and a stringent schedule. Naturally, this left me to ruminate in my bitterness. While other younglings trained to eventually serve under Jedi knights, my specialty lied in book-keeping.
I learned a fair amount from various texts on an array of subjects. But not nearly enough. Experience was what I longed for. If I was going to spend hours on end organizing archives, I would begin scheming. Eventually, I anonymously exposed my parents for the extortion which led to their wealth on the upper level of Coruscant. I suppose my sense of inferiority led me to consider how I could elevate myself. Now my status outweighed their own.
After months of remaining stagnant, I was finally given the privilege to make my way through the egregious process of padawan training. I think the legitimacy of my place with the jedi was often called to question. Not only by myself, but those around me. As a Jedi Knight, I find the desire to push against the expected rejection of my emotions, and a pull to receive acceptance from my superiors. Among the perplexity of my place in the galaxy, I know one thing to be true. My connection to the force will never waver.
Background Children are fragile, and easily susceptible to the impressions of their circumstance. Supportive conditions which prepare an individual to function as a healthy adult, are ideal. However, such a luxury is becoming ever more infringed upon as war rages throughout the galaxy.
Jaime Bonteri was born on Serenno, in the midst of stringent Imperial rule. When battle droids began patrolling streets with security cameras and blasters, she quickly acclimated. Soon enough, she was recruited by a band of rebels who attacked Imperial droids and set off explosives where the enemy slept. She grew up on the lifestyle of a child soldier, aiding the actions of those considered to be radical terrorists.
The girl learned a collection of survival skills throughout her time serving the rebels. From brutality, to the politics of war, nothing could beat firsthand experience. Jaime seemed to waver only in the realm of empathy. Despite this, she was extremely good at pretending. With a deep conviction for justice, the girl could easily find herself falling into a vigilante archetype.
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Background Petra Altair was born on Dantooine to a young mother. She was raised solely by her matriarch, who went to great lengths in order to provide for her small family. The two became close as Petra grew to assist her parent with necessary chores and loads of work. Living on a dantoo wheat farm was busy work. Fortunately, Petra's mother was blessed in skills relating to socially engaging other individuals. She was charming, and intelligent, which gave her an advantage in trading and selling her product. Petra observed her protective mentor, and learned a great deal about diligence, and constitution.
Eventually, the girl began to grow aware of her force sensitive proclivities. It began with trying to press the button to power off her bedroom light. Naturally, the ability began to grow in strength. She grew keen on the stories of mysterious Jedi who would harness the mysterious "force."
Growing to be a young woman focused on humanitarian pursuits, Petra eventually set out into the world. Despite how she respected the farm life she grew up with, the girl was eager to explore whatever the galaxy had to offer. Especially in order to further harness for power in the force.
Background Lanna Singh was born on Tatooine to a family of mechanics. Early in the girl's life she discovered her force capabilities, and was swiftly whisked away at the opportunity of being educated under the Jedi Order. She grew up surrounded by military officials and war criminals disguised as peacekeepers.
Trained from a mutable child into a well equipped young adult, Lanna has experienced an immense about of pressure and intensity throughout the extent of her youth. However, despite such sacrifices, the girl values her freedom and every opportunity she is given to travel the galaxy. There was no childhood which would have satisfied her to the extend of what the order has to offer.
The young woman strives to attain knowledge and expertise in a variety of skills. Whenever she is not occupied with seemingly endless missions across the galaxy, Lanna will read books, brush up on medical skills, or practice languages. Admittedly, maybe she could actually make progress if she was not vehemently set on Huttese. A constant energy desiring to become efficient and well adjusted to her environment was perpetually set at the forefront of her focus.
Throughout the extent of Lanna's journeys, she continues to indulge in whatever the galaxy offers to occupy her mind.
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