Dark Age of the Force

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It's been seven hundred years since a great plague has swept the galaxy, devastating the Jedi and Sith and leaving civilization in ruins. From these ashes, three fledgling empires have arisen, resilient and powerful; the Corellians, the Hutts, and the Mandalorians. Will you pick a side and lead your people to glory? Or will you lurk in the shadows, bent on nothing but your own goals? Step into the Dark Age and carve your name into the stars.

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Lin'ami Vilea

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Jun 20 2018, 01:12 AM
Lin'ami was on Nar Shaddaa between jobs just unwinding in a place which she almost could call home, a sick or twisted home it may be but the closest thing to it she had besides her own ship.
She was on the lookout in the sleazy bar she was currently in, and she could tell by a quick glance who was born here and who was visiting. The newcomers were having a kind of swagger that the moon would soon beat out of them without fail. On the other hand you had the vets, sitting back with, throwing some paranoid looks about because they knew how this godforsaken place worked, some feared for their safety while other looked to bring unsafety to others.
She would maybe have been part of the latter group but right now she just wanted to take it easy.
She didn't want to work herself to death, the galaxy was a dangerous place, not that Nar Shaddaa was a haven of peace, but it was a known cradle of chaos.
She sipped her drink, she had a little credits to splash after her latest little mission and decided to waste it at first given opportunity.
She could feel the cold blades of her daggers against her skin as they were tucked away in her clothes, ready to be brandished and sunken into someones flesh at first sign of danger, hopefully the night wouldn't come to that, hell if she was lucky she could get lucky tonight, she had saved some money for that too, just in case.

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<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Cynical <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Capricious <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Lascivious <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Ambitious <br>
<font color="#DC143C">▬</font> Prideful <br>
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Lin'ami was born to Nar Shaddaa to parents whose names and faces mean nothing anymore. They were dead before she had gotten any chance to know them. What killed them is unknown to her to this day, but she has no desire to find out, she won't let the past distract her from the now.
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She had no one to look after her but herself on the streets, her childhood a constant struggle. Petty theft and selling junk her everyday life. Hanging around the hangars, looking at the ships with great dreams of the stars. It also certainly helped that the travellers were easy targets to lose some small parts or other shinies she could barter on to feed herself for the day.
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One day when she was about 10 she had enough and sneaked onto a ship as a stowaway, staying hidden for awhile until she was picked up by sensors and found out. To her surprise they didn't punish her or kick her off the ship but inducted her into the crew as some kind of mascot and started training her as she grew, expanding on her survival knowledge from the streets with professional skill. When she had reached adulthood she stayed on the ship as her crew left to make some deals in dock and after getting bored she took off witht he ship to never see them again, hitting off on her own as a Smuggler and Mercenary, putting her skills to good use.
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OOC NAME: Harblin
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