Post by Jhase Mereel on Mar 21, 2007 17:39:30 GMT -5
Full Name: Jhase Mereel
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 31 March, 50 BBY
Homeworld: Corellia
Home: Her modified KR-TB Doomtreader, Twist of Fate
Class: none
Title/Rank: none
Alignment: Whoever pays the most
Job(s): Bounty hunter, general mercenary
Appearance: Jhase is average height and build, but a surprising amount of her frame is muscle. She has chin-length brown hair, which she keeps pulled back out of her hazel eyes. Her jaw is square and her nose, due to an unfortunate accident, is slightly crooked.
Clothing: Jhase usually wears her sky-blue body armor and gray undersuit everywhere, but she will sometimes wear a simple tunic and trousers, either for comfort, convenience, or disguise.
Personality: Jhase is a loner. She does not care particularly for interacting with strangers unless there is a handsome payoff for her at the end. She is stubborn, relentless, and intimidating to those on the wrong end of her blaster. To her employers, she is cooly polite in a way that seems almost to hint that she is conferring a favor in even speaking to them. She is fiercely loyal to her friends. Her sense of humor is very dry.
Beliefs: She has a strict sense of honor and only takes jobs she feels will not compromise that. She doesn't care about galactic politics; whichever side wins, there will still be a need for her services.
Fears/Dislikes: She does not care for Nemoidians, and refuses to work for them. She is terrified of drowning.
Likes: High explosives, the color blue
Idiosyncrasies: She collects exotic weaponry. The highlight of her collection is a Verpine shatter gun named Kyram.
Personal possessions: Her armor, her ship, and a wide array of interesting weaponry, including her Mandalorian iron saber and her Verpine shatter gun
Strengths: Loyalty, sense of honor, mean left hook
Weaknesses: Any weapon she doesn't already own, a tall mug of steaming shig, sarcasm
Family:
Father: Obran Corra (dead)
Mother: Karria Corra (dead)
Lover: None
History: She was born on Corellia to Obran and Karria Corra. Her parents were killed in a speeder crash when she was very young, and she was put into foster care. She tolerated it until she was fifteen, when she ran away to Coronet, living on the streets and learning to take care of herself. She tried to pick the pocket of what she thought was a drunk tourist, only to discover that her ill-chosen target was a Mandalorian mercenary, who cursed her soundly and, admiring her grit, took her under his wing and taught her everything. She took his name and looked up to him as the closest thing to a father she could remember. She set out to make her own way about three years ago.
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 31 March, 50 BBY
Homeworld: Corellia
Home: Her modified KR-TB Doomtreader, Twist of Fate
Class: none
Title/Rank: none
Alignment: Whoever pays the most
Job(s): Bounty hunter, general mercenary
Appearance: Jhase is average height and build, but a surprising amount of her frame is muscle. She has chin-length brown hair, which she keeps pulled back out of her hazel eyes. Her jaw is square and her nose, due to an unfortunate accident, is slightly crooked.
Clothing: Jhase usually wears her sky-blue body armor and gray undersuit everywhere, but she will sometimes wear a simple tunic and trousers, either for comfort, convenience, or disguise.
Personality: Jhase is a loner. She does not care particularly for interacting with strangers unless there is a handsome payoff for her at the end. She is stubborn, relentless, and intimidating to those on the wrong end of her blaster. To her employers, she is cooly polite in a way that seems almost to hint that she is conferring a favor in even speaking to them. She is fiercely loyal to her friends. Her sense of humor is very dry.
Beliefs: She has a strict sense of honor and only takes jobs she feels will not compromise that. She doesn't care about galactic politics; whichever side wins, there will still be a need for her services.
Fears/Dislikes: She does not care for Nemoidians, and refuses to work for them. She is terrified of drowning.
Likes: High explosives, the color blue
Idiosyncrasies: She collects exotic weaponry. The highlight of her collection is a Verpine shatter gun named Kyram.
Personal possessions: Her armor, her ship, and a wide array of interesting weaponry, including her Mandalorian iron saber and her Verpine shatter gun
Strengths: Loyalty, sense of honor, mean left hook
Weaknesses: Any weapon she doesn't already own, a tall mug of steaming shig, sarcasm
Family:
Father: Obran Corra (dead)
Mother: Karria Corra (dead)
Lover: None
History: She was born on Corellia to Obran and Karria Corra. Her parents were killed in a speeder crash when she was very young, and she was put into foster care. She tolerated it until she was fifteen, when she ran away to Coronet, living on the streets and learning to take care of herself. She tried to pick the pocket of what she thought was a drunk tourist, only to discover that her ill-chosen target was a Mandalorian mercenary, who cursed her soundly and, admiring her grit, took her under his wing and taught her everything. She took his name and looked up to him as the closest thing to a father she could remember. She set out to make her own way about three years ago.
