Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 12, 2014 23:44:43 GMT -5
Name: Sikaara Dey, aka ‘Kara’
Species: Togruta
Faction: None
Rank: Doer of ‘A Little of This and a Little of That’
Age: 32
Height: 1.75 m
Weight: 69.4 kg
Image:
Appearance: Sikaara is quite attractive. Her skin is a deep crimson, her eyes an olive green. The markings on her face are neatly symmetrical, and play to the defined shape of her face: namely a strong jawline, the severity of which is offset by full lips. Moreover, she knows how to use her assets to the fullest effect. Her body has enough curve in all the right places to play up or down different aspects, depending on clothing.
Clothing for her may be altered to fit the ‘mark’ she wants to impress, from seductively savage leather to something more refined and elegant. However she generally relies on a carefully selected ‘happy medium.’ It consists of a tight, lowcut pair of pants, olive green and textured on the inside of the thigh, and white on the outside, brown leather boots falling just below her knee, a matching leather utility belt, and a leather halter top decorated subtly with a few feathers and beads. Her midriff is usually exposed, showing a silver navel piercing. Unexposed (usually) she has several more piercings, from her nipples to her lower parts.
Typically she goes unarmed save for a sheathed bowie knife.
Her measurements are 36D-26-38.
Personality: Sikaara has a unique set of talents. She is one part criminal, one part actress, one part seductress, and entirely flexible. She can fight, fuck, lie, cheat, steal, or manipulate her way out of any problem she might face. But surpassing even that feat, Sikaara has mastered the art of knifing someone in the back and sidling casually away from responsibility or harsh feelings.
It’s not easy seducing like the devil and posing as innocent as angel, but Sikaara’s best skill is the discretion required to determine when to adopt a specific role. She observes people keenly, using her excellent senses to read their emotional states, to see how her statements ‘land’ and to adjust into the role she believes is best to manipulate them.
That manipulation is not even a conscious choice much of the time, but something Sikaara simply ‘does.’
It’s aided by what Sikaara herself enjoys. For her intimacy is deeply enjoyable. Further, she doesn’t discriminate much about the type. Often she finds as much enjoyment in pain as pleasure. She has a deeply wild streak that can surge out when the time is right, and in bed she tends to be more a force of nature than anything else.
What Sikaara is like in the absence of her manipulation is sometimes difficult to ascertain, as she simply is something of a chameleon. She typically finds some commonalities, and focuses around those. Her own tastes and interests are eclectic and wide enough to find something to engage with anyone on. Given the flexible adaptability Sikaara embodies, it is hard to understand there is a central ‘core’ to her.
She’s not confident. Sikaara has doubts about herself, her decisions, her path in life, and even the ethics of much of what she does. She feels out of place and uncomfortable without a group, but simultaneously she finds it very hard to trust. She simply can’t sit still and work a steady ordinary job, and so she wanders. Despite all her lies, there is one time that Sikaara is genuine: at night while lying in the grass and looking up at the stars.
There’s just one thing she can say as advice to how she does what she does. The trick to seduction is to allow yourself to fall in love a little too.
While she might be a stonecold bitch in most senses, Sikaara isn’t necessarily evil. She’s merely true neutral and considered primarily with herself.
History:
Sikaara Dey was born on Shili in 35 BBY, in a tribe that lived near Cover City. It was a ‘less desirable’ location for most Togruta, but was the Republic’s main hub. There was a school set up in Cover City, and Sikaara walked to it with her brother Kazim every other day, simply because the walk was too long for each day. It was there she learned Basic, with a slight Corellian accent thanks to the origin of the Republic teacher.
Sikaara was smart. Very smart, as her teachers said. However her family always held her close, and despite the pleas of the Republic teacher Sikaara stayed working with her family, who lived in the edge between canopy forest and scrub. They needed her assistance tanning leather and weaving, which they considered to be their special skills.
At 16 the Republic fell and Imperial occupation began. Sikaara’s family did not take it well. Her great aunt had become a Jedi and was the subject of family lore. Accordingly Sikaara’s mother and father set up a pipeline to help escaped Jedi hide with remote tribes, running right through the village.
By virtue of having the best Basic, Sikaara and Kazim were routinely tasked with going into Cover City for things. Sikaara was told rather explicitly to do whatever it took to help with their cause. With a very adult body, Sikaara was able to notice when some were attracted. By sitting in on some university lectures about sexuality and psychology, she was able to figure out how to better use it.
Kazim felt ashamed when he caught on to what Sikaara was doing. He had a proud streak and interrupted a midnight liaison with an Imperial Corporal, violently. He was taken into custody, and Sikaara took to heart her parental admonitions of ‘at all costs.’ On the spot she lied, working up an elaborate story about how her controlling brother tried to keep her away from all her boyfriends, and talked about how she was afraid of him. Well it had two results. The first was the Corporal Lestin was lured away from his post late one night for vigorous sex that allowed a pair of Younglings on the run to be brought to safety. Second, Kazim was deported to the spice mines of Kessel for life.
By the time the house of cards crumbled at age 19, Sikaara had lied so many times she was an expert. When a tracking device on a fake Jedi led the Empire to her tribe, Sikaara was able look through the assembled Imperial personnel while handcuffed, rapidly scanning for likely candidates. The look in the eyes, the body language, the scent. To even her surprise, the best candidate was an ISB Major. His eyes flitted to her periodically, and he exuded the indicators she was looking for. Her response was to lock eyes and begin the process of seduction.
Luckily it worked, she was taken to his office for ‘interrogation’ and she satisfied him, by both sexual means and providing information on her family. She was able to strike up a deal with him, no criminal charges for her in exchange for being his mistress. It was less a deal, and more an ultimatum as Major Dern viewed it. However it kept Sikaara out of trouble, for a short while.
It caused other trouble. While she enjoyed his penchant for rough and kinky, other Togruta viewed her as a collaborator. Once an egg was thrown into her face. On occasion she was flatly denied goods or services. She never bothered telling Derne, because she knew the unpleasantness for her would probably give him extra pleasure, and also because it would only worsen the situation. She waited for an opportunity, and it came when she turned 24.
A Corellian smuggler named Jax Barad was aware of her collaborator status and had a very convenient offer. Get me this shipment of blasters, and I get you off the planet. Eggs to the face and status as a mistress wasn’t what she longed for, so Sikaara accepted. She was able to use Major Rakal Dern’s code cylinders and authorization to release the shipment. Since it came from the ISB, no one questioned it.
Jax and Sikaara flew off, leaving Derne to explain why he’d lost 200 E-11 Blaster Rifles to his alien mistress.
Jax and Sikaara, who had developed an array of aliases, traveled together for two years. Originally he’d anticipated dropping her off anywhere, but her value as a honey trap was too good to overlook. A little eye candy, a little flirting, and it boosted his paydays. That was fine and well, but on the run from Bogden they were picked up by an Imperial patrol and caught redhanded with spice.
Sikaara didn’t waste time sticking a knife between Jax’s ribs. She cried into the arms of the first stormtrooper she saw, thickening her Togruti accent. She thanked the Imperials a thousand times for rescuing her from being sold as a prostitute to the Hutts, plausible given their destination in Hutt Space. Combined with a few ‘thankful favors’ the Empire considered her merely a witness, and upon taking her statement, she was released while Jax was hit by the full weight of the law.
The funny thing for Sikaara was that she hadn’t really put too much analytical thought into the lies, they simply happened as easily as breathing.
It wasn’t the easiest to travel from location to location without her own ship, but she was able to use her assets to gain free transportation as needed, or to work as needed with various elements of both legal and less than legal business. Quite effectively in fact.
All it took was a duffel of personal items, a wide set of skills, and a quick mind and good body.
Sikaara Dey simply based her actions off of one operative point: What keeps me safe?
Miscellaneous Crap:
High Res Full Size Pic: fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/324/f/c/sikaara_dey__by_suppa_rider_by_lmr54-d874bvm.jpg
Species: Togruta
Faction: None
Rank: Doer of ‘A Little of This and a Little of That’
Age: 32
Height: 1.75 m
Weight: 69.4 kg
Image:
Appearance: Sikaara is quite attractive. Her skin is a deep crimson, her eyes an olive green. The markings on her face are neatly symmetrical, and play to the defined shape of her face: namely a strong jawline, the severity of which is offset by full lips. Moreover, she knows how to use her assets to the fullest effect. Her body has enough curve in all the right places to play up or down different aspects, depending on clothing.
Clothing for her may be altered to fit the ‘mark’ she wants to impress, from seductively savage leather to something more refined and elegant. However she generally relies on a carefully selected ‘happy medium.’ It consists of a tight, lowcut pair of pants, olive green and textured on the inside of the thigh, and white on the outside, brown leather boots falling just below her knee, a matching leather utility belt, and a leather halter top decorated subtly with a few feathers and beads. Her midriff is usually exposed, showing a silver navel piercing. Unexposed (usually) she has several more piercings, from her nipples to her lower parts.
Typically she goes unarmed save for a sheathed bowie knife.
Her measurements are 36D-26-38.
Personality: Sikaara has a unique set of talents. She is one part criminal, one part actress, one part seductress, and entirely flexible. She can fight, fuck, lie, cheat, steal, or manipulate her way out of any problem she might face. But surpassing even that feat, Sikaara has mastered the art of knifing someone in the back and sidling casually away from responsibility or harsh feelings.
It’s not easy seducing like the devil and posing as innocent as angel, but Sikaara’s best skill is the discretion required to determine when to adopt a specific role. She observes people keenly, using her excellent senses to read their emotional states, to see how her statements ‘land’ and to adjust into the role she believes is best to manipulate them.
That manipulation is not even a conscious choice much of the time, but something Sikaara simply ‘does.’
It’s aided by what Sikaara herself enjoys. For her intimacy is deeply enjoyable. Further, she doesn’t discriminate much about the type. Often she finds as much enjoyment in pain as pleasure. She has a deeply wild streak that can surge out when the time is right, and in bed she tends to be more a force of nature than anything else.
What Sikaara is like in the absence of her manipulation is sometimes difficult to ascertain, as she simply is something of a chameleon. She typically finds some commonalities, and focuses around those. Her own tastes and interests are eclectic and wide enough to find something to engage with anyone on. Given the flexible adaptability Sikaara embodies, it is hard to understand there is a central ‘core’ to her.
She’s not confident. Sikaara has doubts about herself, her decisions, her path in life, and even the ethics of much of what she does. She feels out of place and uncomfortable without a group, but simultaneously she finds it very hard to trust. She simply can’t sit still and work a steady ordinary job, and so she wanders. Despite all her lies, there is one time that Sikaara is genuine: at night while lying in the grass and looking up at the stars.
There’s just one thing she can say as advice to how she does what she does. The trick to seduction is to allow yourself to fall in love a little too.
While she might be a stonecold bitch in most senses, Sikaara isn’t necessarily evil. She’s merely true neutral and considered primarily with herself.
History:
Sikaara Dey was born on Shili in 35 BBY, in a tribe that lived near Cover City. It was a ‘less desirable’ location for most Togruta, but was the Republic’s main hub. There was a school set up in Cover City, and Sikaara walked to it with her brother Kazim every other day, simply because the walk was too long for each day. It was there she learned Basic, with a slight Corellian accent thanks to the origin of the Republic teacher.
Sikaara was smart. Very smart, as her teachers said. However her family always held her close, and despite the pleas of the Republic teacher Sikaara stayed working with her family, who lived in the edge between canopy forest and scrub. They needed her assistance tanning leather and weaving, which they considered to be their special skills.
At 16 the Republic fell and Imperial occupation began. Sikaara’s family did not take it well. Her great aunt had become a Jedi and was the subject of family lore. Accordingly Sikaara’s mother and father set up a pipeline to help escaped Jedi hide with remote tribes, running right through the village.
By virtue of having the best Basic, Sikaara and Kazim were routinely tasked with going into Cover City for things. Sikaara was told rather explicitly to do whatever it took to help with their cause. With a very adult body, Sikaara was able to notice when some were attracted. By sitting in on some university lectures about sexuality and psychology, she was able to figure out how to better use it.
Kazim felt ashamed when he caught on to what Sikaara was doing. He had a proud streak and interrupted a midnight liaison with an Imperial Corporal, violently. He was taken into custody, and Sikaara took to heart her parental admonitions of ‘at all costs.’ On the spot she lied, working up an elaborate story about how her controlling brother tried to keep her away from all her boyfriends, and talked about how she was afraid of him. Well it had two results. The first was the Corporal Lestin was lured away from his post late one night for vigorous sex that allowed a pair of Younglings on the run to be brought to safety. Second, Kazim was deported to the spice mines of Kessel for life.
By the time the house of cards crumbled at age 19, Sikaara had lied so many times she was an expert. When a tracking device on a fake Jedi led the Empire to her tribe, Sikaara was able look through the assembled Imperial personnel while handcuffed, rapidly scanning for likely candidates. The look in the eyes, the body language, the scent. To even her surprise, the best candidate was an ISB Major. His eyes flitted to her periodically, and he exuded the indicators she was looking for. Her response was to lock eyes and begin the process of seduction.
Luckily it worked, she was taken to his office for ‘interrogation’ and she satisfied him, by both sexual means and providing information on her family. She was able to strike up a deal with him, no criminal charges for her in exchange for being his mistress. It was less a deal, and more an ultimatum as Major Dern viewed it. However it kept Sikaara out of trouble, for a short while.
It caused other trouble. While she enjoyed his penchant for rough and kinky, other Togruta viewed her as a collaborator. Once an egg was thrown into her face. On occasion she was flatly denied goods or services. She never bothered telling Derne, because she knew the unpleasantness for her would probably give him extra pleasure, and also because it would only worsen the situation. She waited for an opportunity, and it came when she turned 24.
A Corellian smuggler named Jax Barad was aware of her collaborator status and had a very convenient offer. Get me this shipment of blasters, and I get you off the planet. Eggs to the face and status as a mistress wasn’t what she longed for, so Sikaara accepted. She was able to use Major Rakal Dern’s code cylinders and authorization to release the shipment. Since it came from the ISB, no one questioned it.
Jax and Sikaara flew off, leaving Derne to explain why he’d lost 200 E-11 Blaster Rifles to his alien mistress.
Jax and Sikaara, who had developed an array of aliases, traveled together for two years. Originally he’d anticipated dropping her off anywhere, but her value as a honey trap was too good to overlook. A little eye candy, a little flirting, and it boosted his paydays. That was fine and well, but on the run from Bogden they were picked up by an Imperial patrol and caught redhanded with spice.
Sikaara didn’t waste time sticking a knife between Jax’s ribs. She cried into the arms of the first stormtrooper she saw, thickening her Togruti accent. She thanked the Imperials a thousand times for rescuing her from being sold as a prostitute to the Hutts, plausible given their destination in Hutt Space. Combined with a few ‘thankful favors’ the Empire considered her merely a witness, and upon taking her statement, she was released while Jax was hit by the full weight of the law.
The funny thing for Sikaara was that she hadn’t really put too much analytical thought into the lies, they simply happened as easily as breathing.
It wasn’t the easiest to travel from location to location without her own ship, but she was able to use her assets to gain free transportation as needed, or to work as needed with various elements of both legal and less than legal business. Quite effectively in fact.
All it took was a duffel of personal items, a wide set of skills, and a quick mind and good body.
Sikaara Dey simply based her actions off of one operative point: What keeps me safe?
Miscellaneous Crap:
High Res Full Size Pic: fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/324/f/c/sikaara_dey__by_suppa_rider_by_lmr54-d874bvm.jpg
