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The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:54 pm Name: Vega Celeste
Age: 23 years Force: Strong Force abilities and excellent control, though she was never formally trained (as in, at an academy.) Race: Human Alignment: Neutral, bordering on dark Occupation: a “diplomat,” if you ask her””her actual activities range from peaceful negotiation to savage assassination, mostly done for the Exchange. (A more accurate term might be “cutthroat mercenary,” but she’d never dream of phrasing it so crudely.) Description: Generally known as “Lady Luck,” Vega does carry herself in a very civil, ladylike manner, and would die before she’d utter a vulgar word. She’s not weak or afraid to get her hands dirty””when it comes to fighting, few can match her””but she does have a strong sense of pride and she follows her own strange brand of honor and justice. She is a mercenary, in the broadest sense of the word; that is, she’ll refuse to help you unless you can offer her some monetary compensation, but if she deems a cause worthy enough she’ll take the job for a fraction of what she’d usually charge. Once her loyalty has been paid for, she will always see a task through to completion… many have made the mistake of trying to buy her off, and they’ve mostly ended up dead. Vega gets by on what she can, but will rarely steal to get what she could earn herself. (She has a very strong sense of what is proper and what is simply "not done," and stealing is just not done.) She gambles a lot (she can justify this because, technically, people are giving her their money), and it’s been said that she’s never lost a bet. (Whether this is true or not is entirely unknown, but it makes a nice conversation while waiting for the races to finish: “Wait, you’re not that lady who’s won every bet, are you?” “Well, that’s what they say.” “…Damn.”) Most of her money comes from the work Vega does for the Exchange. Diplomacy does play a large part in it, though perhaps not in as civilized a manner as most would assume. Vega’s job is one of “ambassador” between crime groups, negotiating deals for some of the galaxy’s roughest clients. When exchanges need to be made, she delivers the goods, be they money, weapons, or sentient beings. Her abilities extend to bounty hunting, hostage taking, and even, in extreme cases, assassination. She does try to keep things as neat and as quiet as possible; she doesn’t enjoy killing, and prefers not to have to take out numerous witnesses. When on a job, Vega has been described as “cold” and sometimes “scary.” However, when she’s not working, the change is rather startling. She smiles often, and is generally good-natured. Life has taught her not to trust people easily, so she’s not always open and honest, but neither is she cruel and ungenerous toward those who’ve done nothing to earn her dislike. In fact, she usually goes out of her way to avoid offending people or making them uncomfortable. There’s a vague sense of regality in the way she moves and speaks, and people are often shocked to learn that she works for infamous crime networks like the Exchange. Vega is average in height, with a slender build and nimble fingers good for playing musical instruments, and for firing a heavy blaster rifle. Her hair is long and flame-colored, held out of her face in a long, thrice-bound ponytail. A dark veil covers her eyes, which are large and emerald-green and entirely unseeing. Other senses””mostly her hearing and the Force””have become incredibly attuned to make up for this disability; she’s still the best shot around. She carries a cane which masquerades as a walking stick; however, it’s got a very heavy handle and can quickly be turned into a dangerous weapon. History: Born Celeste E’ron, Vega didn’t become Vega until she was thirteen years old. Her earlier life was spent in relative happiness; her mother died of an illness shortly after she was born, but she had no chance to get to know her and therefore misses her not at all. Celeste’s father was a Sith, and extraordinarily gifted in the Force (though he was, due to his appalling sense of decency, looked upon as quite a disgrace to Sith in general). Of his five daughters, only Vega inherited this gift. (She was also the only one who resembled him in the slightest, but by the time this became overwhelmingly obvious, her mother was dead, and so there was little he could do about it. He did not abandon the other four, as most Sith would have””there’s that damned decency again””but he did favor Celeste above the others, causing the other four to despise the youngest girl. Still, they were never outwardly cruel toward her; apparently their father’s disgusting code of ethics was not entirely evident to them, and they were deathly afraid of what he’d do if they ever harmed his favorite.) Almost from the time she was born, Celeste’s two talents made themselves obvious. One, of course, was the Force. The other was her musical inclination. She had a lovely singing voice, and her ears were unusually attuned to pitch and rhythm. Her father used this second talent to strengthen the first; by the time she was eleven, Celeste could play the piano, the violin, and the harp, even if she was standing yards away. Her precision with the Force grew to be incredible for one as young as she. The E’ron family was wealthy, but Celeste had no idea how this money had been earned. The truth was that her father dealt closely with the crime network generally known as the Exchange, making allies and enemies of various powerful factions. His luck was good, and he was usually able to work his way out of tight places via his convenient contacts in the seedier parts of society. The trouble with a job like his was that one mistake could cost you your life. E’ron had, through an unfortunate alliance, managed to make an enemy out of a very vengeful crime lord with ties to the higher-ups in the Exchange. Despite his value to them, these big-bads felt that personal ties were more important, and set about getting rid of him. The first attempt was messy. E’ron was overseeing a delivery of a large shipment of spice, highly valuable and extremely flammable. Celeste had gotten a bad vision about it and had begged her father to stay home; he had ignored his own unease as well as hers and gone anyway, convinced that he could escape whatever was to happen. He was right, of course; he got away entirely unscathed. Celeste was not so lucky. She’d followed her father, unbeknownst to him, determined to do what she could to help. Unfortunately, she was looking right at the spice when the explosion hit it, and the resulting flare was bright enough to burn her retinas, leaving her permanently blind. E’ron got Celeste away from the scene and, fearing that the Exchange would come after his children next, hid her away in a small, sheltered orphanage in the Mid Rim. He called her Vega, after her mother, and made Celeste her surname, knowing that “E’ron” would be a dangerous name to bear in the future. Then he left her and went into hiding himself, and she never saw him again. His fears had been valid, it seemed. When they could not find him, the Exchange’s assassins went on to find and kill E’ron’s other children one at a time, in an attempt to goad him out of hiding. They left the bodies of the children (who ranged in age from fourteen to nineteen) in places public enough to attract attention, hoping for enough publicity to get the news to E’ron, wherever he was hiding. In that much, at least, they were successful. Within a week, half the galaxy had heard of the murder of the E’ron girls. It was a newsworthy event; E’ron was well-known as a criminal, and many said he had it coming, but others expressed sorrow for the loss of such young lives. Rumors began to fly””someone had heard that E’ron himself was dead as well; someone else knew for a fact that E’ron had already killed all those responsible; another had heard stories of a fifth E’ron child who was still alive and was hiding in the Mid Rim. Through all this, “Vega” held her tongue. Nobody suspected that the poor, blind, thin-looking waif of a girl was really the youngest daughter of the unfortunate family. She was careful to hide her Force ability, using it only as much as was necessary to avoid bumping into things. When she was sixteen, the orphanage was forced to find another place for the children, because they lacked the resources to continue caring for them. Rather than allow herself to be passed on to some less decent institution (she’d heard stories of orphans being sold as slaves, made to work in spice mines or worse, and was entirely convinced that she was worth far too much for that), she ran away. The money she’d managed to save was enough to get her a one-way economy-class ticket (meaning that she got to sit in a hot, smelly freight ship with the crew’s luggage) to somewhere far, far away. After a long, complicated (and convenient for the writer of this story) sequence of coincidences, the ship made a quick stop on an ugly planet called Nar Shaddaa, where the pilot proceeded to get himself shot and his ship blown up by a very angry Exchange boss. It was here, stranded on Nar Shaddaa, that Vega learned to steal. She hated doing it, but it came easily and it got her what she needed. Still, she kept searching for some more dignified way to get her daily meal””and, finally, it came in the form of a seemingly innocent mission. Which turned out to be not-so-innocent. It also turned out to be Vega’s lucky break. In delivering that one package to the smelly, squid-faced crime lord, Vega proved herself resourceful and quick on her feet, and the squid-faced crime lord had been looking for another errand boy for quite some time. A girl, he decided, would do just fine. This was the start of Vega’s dealings with the Exchange. She was discreet and street-smart, and it didn’t take her long to begin working more complicated jobs. When she was nineteen, she broke away from them and began working for the highest bidder (although the Exchange did often turn out to be that bidder. Now they just had to raise their offers in order to beat out the competition, as well, and she liked that much better). By the age of twenty-one, Vega Celeste was one of the most in-demand mercenaries known to the crime world, and viewed as a good deal more valuable to the Exchange than her father before her. Picture: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41347150/ Aaaaaand... I think that's everything. ^____^ |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 11:52 am YAAAAAY STAR WARS! XD
Okay anyway, I like her. As always, great character! If you want to just start a new thread on the SW server, be my guest... the old one's kinda dead. The only thing I'm not sure about is the Sith-ness. I have a feeling Boots set it after the Sith were "extinct." Force powers, of course, I'm fine with. You'll hafta ask Boots, though, about Sith-ness. And by that I mean when you see him in school; he never gets on here, so that won't help you >> In other words, I can say "Boots is a lamer" with impunity, 'cause he doesn't get on here ever. ...Anyway, aside from that, I can say: Tentatively Approved! - The Administration |
Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 12:03 pm that was completely uncalled for.
here's your full approval. w00t. As opposed to sith, her father would more likely be a jedi who left the temple and chose his own path with a leaning darkside. Sith are generally too far down the line of evil to have kind of decency. His alignment is more likely akin to her own. |
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