In her past life...
Name: Ever Tireen salaDan (goes by Tireen. Or Reen. Or various other names she's been known to make up and use periodically.)
Name Meaning: Merciful Leading Daughter
Age: 23
Species: Siirese (lizardfolk)
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Physiology:
Quote: (Their life motto perhaps)
Home world: Siirex
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Alliance: Highest Bidder
Status: Treasure Hunter/Mercenary
..and she kinda looked like...
Face: Reen looks rather elegant as far as her facial features go. High cheekbones and a slim, slightly angled chin give her a rather exotic look only highlighted by the rest of her strange features. Her eyes are slanted, set rather widely apart, and very strange to look upon. They're slitted like a lizard's, and a dark blue in colour, with very wide irises. In fact, there appear to be no whites at all in them. Her nose is likewise very wide, with the nostrils pronounced in such a way that they appear to be slit like a lizard's as well. Reen's lips are rather thin, with pale colour and seem very nondescript.
Hair: Rather long, Reen's hair is a deep black. It's rather thick, but doesn't tangle very well. She has a tendency to keep it tied back to keep it out of her eyes, but not do much else with it (other than washing it on occasion) and so it remains rather unkempt whilst back. Some of the strands are a bit shorter, but as she's never really cut her hair, even they are a bit long. The longest of her hair falls to around her waist, and will likely not get any longer.
Build: Slim and lithe, Reen was built for stealth, but definitely not for power. Her legs are long to make distances easy to run, chest small for her people have no use for such things. Her stomach is a bit large (makes her look rather as though she were pregnant) after eating as her reptilian metabolism moves much more slowly than a human one, but overall she appears to be in relatively good shape. Her walk is full of confidence and grace.
Notable characteristics: Other than the eyes? Her skin's got a nice green tinge to it. She's also got scales on her hands, neck, and feet, as well as a small patch on her forehead down her nose.
Costume: Dashing and daring, for the most part. Reen prefers clothing that denotes her status-- expensive fabrics, but nothing bright or flashy, nothing particulary showy either, because any of those would interfere with her work. She likes tight-fitting clothing because it is less likely to get in her way. She also prefers darker colours when dealing with situations that require stealth, and more pastel colours when dealing with normal circumstances...as well as jewelry, which she wears a decent amount of. Nothing too showy, but enough to prove she has wealth.
Her most typical outfit consists of a pair of deep brown silk leggings, a pair of knee-high expensive leather boots, a black overtunic that fits rather tightly and falls to just past her waist, belted, and a dark brown shirt with sleeves that fit snugly around her wrists. Both the tunic and shirt are made of a very expensive type of cotton, but are also very durable. She often wears a helmet as well, for protection, and a metal breastplate over her shirt/overtunic.
The most important item of "clothing" is her little black box. This is attached to the belt at her waist, and it regulates her body temperature. Whenever the temperature outside her body changes too much for her cold-blooded physiology to keep up, the box sends out heat or cold, depending on the situation, through her system to fix this. The process is quick, and one would not even notice it taking place. She never does.
Voice: Sadly for her, Reen's voice is rather musical. Her people use a sort of clicky-music-y language, and so she cannot get rid of the tones from that, no matter that she's been speaking Universal Standard since she was a child. Still, she's managed to tone it down quite a bit, and occasionally gets it just a little gravelly (mostly by yelling a lot into a pilloow or some such when she's frustrated). Even when she doesn't manage to make it sound more commanding, she uses her voice like a weapon, and knows exactly how to work the different inflections and such to change meaning easily.
...but she was known all over for her...
Likes:
Ancient Artifacts- Since she was a child, Reen has loved ancient things. Old cultures, and the items that mean something to them. Sometimes she even looks for some of them that don't have any monitary value...and a few she's found she refuses to sell. Still, she's very fond of looking for all sorts of these things.
Sparkly objects- Anything shimmery will catch Reen's eye. While she's not the sort to deck herself out with all the sparkly jewelry she owns, she does like owning a lot of it, and enjoys watching things shine in the sun on occasion. Of course, it doesn't hurt to recall that sparkly things are often rather expensive...
Money- She likes money. A lot. She can use money for various purposes such as funding her treasure hunting expeditions, buying sparkly objects, or just enjoying the power that comes along with being rich.
Adrenaline Rushes- Reen likes things that get the blood going. Anything high risk and exciting just thrills her to no end..probably a good thing considering how many close calls she gets into. She doesn't like cutting it -too- close, but she's of the belief that a little risk is what makes life worthwhile.
"Cute" things- No matter how 'masculine' her line of work, Reen maintains a bit of a feminine streak. Not just with her love of fine fabrics and jewelry, but also in that she loves..cute things. Fluffy things, rainbows, flowers...sometimes she'll even wear pink if she's feeling there's been too much testosterone in her life. She used to try and keep cute critters around the ship, but they kept getting killed, so instead she has a few plushies where there's space.
Dislikes:
Structure- Reen hates predictability. She loves improvising, spontaneity. For this reason alone, routines tend to bug her. Sure, sometimes they're necessary, but for the most part, she tries to spice up even the little routine stuff that has to be done around the ship. She doesn't like rules either, and will often bend them to her will if she doesn't break them.
Artificial Stimulants- People shouldn't need outside forces to get their adrenaline going. Besides, they dull the senses a bit and can slow reaction times. If you need rest, go sleep. Don't take something to make you wake up when it'll probably damage your system.
People who call her a lizard- She is -not- a lizard. She's a humanoid reptile. Sure, some people think it's funny to call her a lizard just because she has scales and she's cold-blooded, but they don't think that for long. This is primarily because anybody who says this to her face (or not, if she finds out about it later on) will likely get at the very least a verbal beating. If that doesn't seem to get the point across, she'll get violent.
Excessive blood- She -hates- unecessary bloodshed. Why make more of a mess than you have to? Afterall, eventually someone's going to have to clean it up, and most of the time, that would be her-- don't want to leave something behind for the people to track her with if at all possible. Besides, blood carries all sorts of diseases and whatnot. It's just gross. If she can take a person out without spilling any blood, she'll take that course instead.
Global Interaction: (Take a good look at your character. What are the things that define him best? Things like Thoughtful, Insightful, etc. Describe these traits briefly.)
Character Interaction: (How does he/she act around others? )
Personal Interaction: (How does he/she act around people he/she knows well? How about when he/she is all alone? )
Way of Life: (What values are important to him/her?)
...you wouldn't believe the mess she's been through...
Reen and her twin sister, Simari Nandia salaSan (or Nani), were born on the outskirts of the planet Siirex. So far on the outskirts, in fact, that the little piece of earth their parents owned was not actually considered an official part of Siirex.
They grew quite quickly, both relatively content babies despite this. Each had their own qualities about them-- Reen was the loud, rather obnoxious of the two, and Nani preferred to keep to herself and follow the rules their parents set for them, when she understood them.
This was shortlived. When they were slightly over a year old, Space Raiders came by. They landed right near the sala household, and felt it necessary to dispose of the witnesses before they invaded the town not too far from there. The infants, however, suffered a much different fate.
Reen had managed to crawl on out of the hiding spot their mother had left them in. Fortunately for her, the leader of the Raiders was a woman who took pity on the baby. She took her in, and raised her as her own.
As a child, Reen was not much better than she had been as an infant. She got into everything, climbed shelves, irritated the men, and caused general havoc. In an attempt to find outlets for her energy, her 'mother' brought her books to learn to read from. Most of these books, of course, consisted of stories of various mythological treasures.
And so began Reen's obsession with treasure. Nearing her teen years, it became more and more obvious that reading books was not going to be a sufficient outlet for her energy, and so her 'mother' began to teach her how to fight (though she had already taught her basic self defense, as a matter of course-- a child living with Raiders ought to know that much). Reen -loved- this. She insisted on being taught at every opportunity.
Later on, when she was in her early teens, she also insisted on being brought along on the next raid. It was at this point she learned how to properly use a weapon, and at around fifteen she killed her first man. After spending a night of puking her guts out and crying in turn, with her mother comforting her and telling her of the necessity, she found that she simply did not want to go on any more Raiding missions.
A few years later, she took off on her own. She didn't really like the way, it seemed, that the Raiders handled things. In fact, she would much rather simply hunt for treasure than kill people. However, this was not to be. It wasn't long before she realized that treasure hunting actually cost more money than one could manage. Afterall, finding treasure was an incredibly complex process...and of course, even more difficult when one did not have a proper ship.
Around this time, she ended up making contact with her sister. Nani and her Jedi Master were on a mission of some sort or the other, and they happened to be in the same location as where Reen ended up. Needless to say, it was quite easy for them to tell they were related. Nani's master was extremely taken aback, and after the two got into a rather heated fight, he took her back to the training facility. Reen continued her search for a ship.
And got lucky.
You see, there was a very distressed Verpine wandering around the local bar. He worked for a bounty hunter who had recently been disposed of, and their boss had just given him a very tight ultimatum. Rumour had it that he was looking for someone who would do most of the work in that respect, and all he would have to do was maintain the ship.
The word "ship" is what did it. Desperate to find some sort of transportation, she sought Ixa Mocola out, and after a relatively quick interview process, the man decided to give her a chance. Due to her previous experience, she managed not to botch the job up completely, and the two became, over time, an inseparable team. She got better as they went along, accepting easier jobs and allowing some time for her to treasure hunt in between.
...thankfully, there was help.
Name: Ixarien Mocola "Ixa"
Race: Verpine
Relationship: Repairman
Appearance: Tall and gangly, this Verpine looks for all the world like a humanoid grasshopper. His skin's a bit strangely coloured for his kind-- blue tinged rather than the typical spring green, but otherwise, it's hard for a non-Verpine to really tell him apart from any other Verpine. He isn't particularly tall for his kind (though for many other races he is) and he isn't particularly strange in body-shape either.
Ixa generally wears something tight-fitting so that it doesn't catch on the machinery-- often without sleeves or with very short sleeves. He's usually also covered in oil or some such thing.
Personality: Dedicated. Ixa loves his job, and he loves Reen, too, in a way. Mostly, she amuses him. Her crazy antics give him a good laugh whenever he isn't bemoaning whatever damages she's done to his precious machinery.
Ixa's a little high-strung. He gets very stressed whenever the ship is attacked and there's a lot of repairs to be done. He loves repairing them, of course, but it's more the fact that everything was hurt that bothers him.
Quite skilled with...
Piloting: Er...duh? Hard to be a merc if you can't drive yourself about and get out of tight spots with it.
Two-Weapon Fighting: Yeah, she can wield a gun and another gun at the same time! Go Reen.
Weapon Proficiency: Blaster Pistol: She's trained herself extensively in the uses of blaster pistols. They're small, efficient, and accurate. What more does a Mercenary need?
Weapon Proficiency: Melee Weapon: Not quite as good as with a blaster pistol, mainly because she prefers the former weapon over the latter. Afterall, less blood with a blaster pistol. Still, she's able to wield one rather well.
Mediocre Skills:
Weapon Proficiency: Heavy Weapons: She can fire the weapons on her ship, but that doesn't mean she does it particularly well. She usually leaves this job to Ixa if possible.
Ship Repair: Again, Ixa's job. Or a droid, if they haven't run out of them yet.
Navigation: That's what the ship's computer is for. She's decent at navigating stuff in a basic sense, but she's been known to get lost on occasion.
Healing: She knows basic first aid. Yeah, that's about it.
Weapons: Blaster Pistol, always. Usually carries a knife as well.
Starship:
Craft: Seira's Trident
Type: Personal Battleship
Length: 45 meters
Width: 35 meters
Crew: 2
Cargo: 200 kilos
Consumables: enough food for a week
Hyperdrive: 1.3x
Nav. Computer: Yes
Hyperdrive Backup: No
Maneuverability: 100 degress
Hull: Titanium reinforced alloy.
Weapons: F160 Laser beams, Z44 Torpedo cannons, and model 6 mines
