Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 16, 2014 2:30:08 GMT -5
Name: Jae’daneri Garnudcha Kandula, aka Jada
Species: Twi’lek
Faction: Miki Boska
Rank: Bodyguard/Retainer
Age: 23
Height: 1.86m
Weight: 78.9 kg
Image:
Appearance: Jada is intimidating. Her height is remarkable, as is her muscular build. Her body has curves yes, but far more sinewy muscle. Her skin is a dark and rather flat grey, adorned in black Boska tattoos (Blue under UV). However her skin is punctuated by something else. An acid burn covers the left side of her face, and down the back of her neck and onto her upper back. When combined with her naturally gold eyes, she strikes a very imposing figure. Given the dark color scheme, she also has a tendency to blend into dark rooms.
Her clothing is a black leather zip-up top, with a protective mesh lining. It resists cutting and light weapons fire. Her pants are black leather, and she wears mid-calf boots. Around her waist is a tactical belt holding items like grenades, spare power packs, and paracord. On her left arm is a fingerless glove connected to an arm-mount holding a datapad/commlink combination unit. On her right bicep is a transponder beacon that can send an emergency signal when activated.
Typically Jada carries a short-barreled blaster pistol and a vibrosword.
Personality: Jada can be problematic at times. She simply isn’t the easiest person to get close to, by virtue of a combination of stoicism and difficulty in social situations. Around those she feels loyal to, Jada is stoic. Uncomplaining, staunchly loyal, and unflinchingly obedient, she is exemplary in service. However there are downsides. To those who earn her wrath, she can be terrifying when her anger is stoked. Far more commonly, she is very quiet, and hard to keep a conversation with.
The causes for her wrath are luckily straight-forward. Disrespect over her disfiguring scars is the chief reason, followed closely by mockery of other kinds. Jada is, despite her physical prowess, quite insecure. She is deeply lonely, and the scar embodies much of her other damage. As a result it is the focal point of her anger when touched. The scar is a pivot point, mockery of which can permanently sour Jada to a person, but which love and acceptance of can cause lasting devotion.
Under the surface, Jada’s scar is merely the beginning of a much deeper wound. The disfiguring injury serves as a reminder of what was worse: Her time as a Hutt slave, and her time beaten, cold, and hungry in a cell for years.
What she wants is simply to be thanked, to be accepted, and to be treated no differently from other Boska. When she is singled out from her scar she has little control of desperate anger. However, perversely, she doesn’t know how to be with other people normally. Her defensive personality, her isolation, and her poor conversational skills all mean she tends to be left alone. That in turn makes her uncomfortable and sometimes angry, and the vicious cycle continues.
There are a couple of secrets she keeps close to her chest. Jada is musically talented. Quite. Though she has a stern and rather unfeminine face, she has a remarkable alto singing voice, with a very slight husky quality. She also has an almost magical ability to catch on to musical instruments, and if afforded opportunities could have been a true virtuoso. Still more shocking she is quite accomplished at baking.
Perhaps the biggest secret is the deepest layer of her personality. Kindness. Jada is fundamentally at her core someone who serves because she finds value in helping. She is humble, she is modest, and she is thoughtful in surprising ways. She has a good sense of humor, enjoys company, and makes an excellent friend.
The sad reality is that most never come to see this side of her.
History: Jada was, unbeknownst to her, the offspring of a Miki Boska Twi’lek. He had been part of a procurement squad who passed by Nar Kaaga to Kovo the Hutt’s palace. He stopped long enough to impregnate a dancer, and didn’t stay long enough to hear about the pregnancy. Kovo simply removed the dancer from his active line up in the hopes her surprise child would be a wise investment. Kovo was not disappointed. Among the rarest possible colors was an off-black, produced usually only in Miki Boska lines of mixed parentage. Kovo was ecstatic.
The girl was not popular with her mother though, who quickly transferred care to the slaves in the kitchen. They named her Jae’daneri, after family members they half remembered. Jae’daneri grew up rapidly. Her height was always much higher than it ‘should have been’ and by 15 it was clear she was never going to be the dancer material Kovo had hoped for. Despite the lack of 'femininity' to her, Kovo didn't want to waste his rare asset. He wanted to show her off. So he simply forced her to serve. It was in serving that Jae discovered how ‘the other half lived.’ Twi’leks used for pleasure. Plenty of drunk guests weren’t intimidated by her height and build, and liked to grab at her. Worse, they would grab at other slaves, slaves Kovo kept for the sexual amusement of guests.
When Jae’daneri saw one of the Twi’lek girls being hurt, she didn’t delay. She grabbed a steak knife off the table and jabbed it through the man’s eye socket. Guards dived on her, and she stabbed, scratched, bit, and raised a vicious resistance. As a result even after she was knocked out she was beaten. Kovo, furious at the loss of a guest, ordered that she be burned with acid and left in the dungeon. It was more than mere retribution, it was to his thought the destruction of every bit of value she had.
She woke up in a dark, cold cell, with a face that felt like fire, and painful shoots along her neck and back. She had a cracked rib as well, and multiple lacerations and soft tissue damage. No medical care came. For two days, measured by the distant light from a high window, there was no food. After that there was little food and water. Jae learned to catch rats and eat them raw. Though she was in pain, she found solace in her anger. It pushed her to hone her physical strength. Fat was banished from her body, and replaced by muscle. She sharpened a piece of metal in the hopes of killing a guard who entered.
Her chance came after two years in solitary confinement, when a newly hired guard opened her cell by mistake. Promptly the iron rod went through his skull and Jada grabbed his weapon and keys and escaped into the bitter cold swamps of Nar Kaaga. A guard challenged her on the way out, and broke her jaw before she killed him. Half dead from the cold, half-starved from poor diet, and filthy as an animal, she made it into a small fishing hut and passed out. When she awoke, she was covered in a warm blanket, a fire was made, and there was soup. There was also a Miki Boska there, named Desochu’kandula, posted on Nar Kaaga for a few weeks to spy for an operation against Kovo the Hutt. In Jada’s imprisonment Kovo had struck up a deal with the Empire. In exchange for gifts, he rounded members of the Boska in his sector and held them pending sale as new slaves. In the wake of the Empire’s purge on the Boska, they needed every one of them safe. They were desperate enough to take action.
They didn’t talk much of course, as Jada’s jaw had been wired shut to mend, and she couldn’t read or write. Mostly she answered his questions by nodding.
With no way to share her name, he smiled and called her Nar Kaaga Shadow. Or just Shadow. He explained to her about the Boska, and was able to help her read a little bit of Huttese. In exchange, from memory she was able to draw the layout of the Palace. It helped a Boska strike team kill Kovo later that week and rescue six hundred Boska. What Deoschu told her stayed in her mind.
You saved a lot of people today.
When the time came for Desochu to leave, Jada was able to form a few words again. Enough to tell him she wanted to come along. She certainly couldn’t stay on Nar Kaaga, and he knew it. So he gave her an offer: Become War Guard to his family and those above it, and she could be one of them. She took the oath there, through the pain of her healing jaw, and so in 10 BBY she became a Miki Boska.
When she returned to the ship that Deoschu was from, one of the ten CR-70 Consular-class ships in the Boska fleet, she was tattooed as Garnudcha Kandula. The color selected for her was black, signifying professionalism, which also kept her dark colors intact. The color she selected herself was blue, for loyalty. The Kandula family were experts in special operations among the Boska. They had a streak for the unorthodox, a joy for fighting smart, and a distinct skill at hand-to-hand combat.
First and foremost, Jada was given proper medical care. Her jaw was fixed, she was cleaned up, and the various infections and ailments she had were treated. After that period of rest, she began training. Training was easy for her. She already had an impressive physicality, rendered more impressive by a proper diet, and with their training she became very adept at unarmed techniques.
From punches to kicks to holds to grappling and to joint locks, she learned it all well. She also learned basic uses of blasters, but her real skill was with a vibroblade. With the vibration on it could cleave through many materials, with it off, it was a silent killer.
However not all was ideal. While Jada was dedicated, completely and utterly, to her family and the Boska, she was… Different. In her bunk, one of four in a tight room, she tended to not talk with others. It wasn’t pride or anger, but nervousness. Uncertainty. Jada had spent two years in silence, and didn’t know what to do. And for the others starting a conversation with an imposing scarred woman was also hard from nervousness.
Other examples were worse. Some would mock her scars. Whispered behind her was more common, as those who mocked her to her face were typically slammed face-first into a bulkhead.
Deoschu always intervened on her behalf, and as an older man respected amongst the Boska, he carried enough weight to give leniency to Jada. However he realized she needed more space, so he was able to assign her to a procurement team. With them, Jada was able to travel more, visit more worlds, and be productive. Her conduct on dangerous missions was especially valuable, and she did honor to the family she served.
Given her difficulties with people, Jada was moved around as needed every three or four months to prevent problems from forming, and it led to one inevitable conclusion. Jada was going to stay a private person. Her one bit of companionship was her voice. What she learned to do alone in cargo bays or sitting on hilltops watching for returning procurers was to sing, and to play an electroharp she bought on Shaum Hii.
It wasn’t until 4 BBY when she found a more permanent duty, being summoned for Granchagarnudcha. To serve as War Guard on behalf of the family she was sworn to, to the family they were sworn to. It was a high honor for her.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Species: Twi’lek
Faction: Miki Boska
Rank: Bodyguard/Retainer
Age: 23
Height: 1.86m
Weight: 78.9 kg
Image:
Appearance: Jada is intimidating. Her height is remarkable, as is her muscular build. Her body has curves yes, but far more sinewy muscle. Her skin is a dark and rather flat grey, adorned in black Boska tattoos (Blue under UV). However her skin is punctuated by something else. An acid burn covers the left side of her face, and down the back of her neck and onto her upper back. When combined with her naturally gold eyes, she strikes a very imposing figure. Given the dark color scheme, she also has a tendency to blend into dark rooms.
Her clothing is a black leather zip-up top, with a protective mesh lining. It resists cutting and light weapons fire. Her pants are black leather, and she wears mid-calf boots. Around her waist is a tactical belt holding items like grenades, spare power packs, and paracord. On her left arm is a fingerless glove connected to an arm-mount holding a datapad/commlink combination unit. On her right bicep is a transponder beacon that can send an emergency signal when activated.
Typically Jada carries a short-barreled blaster pistol and a vibrosword.
Personality: Jada can be problematic at times. She simply isn’t the easiest person to get close to, by virtue of a combination of stoicism and difficulty in social situations. Around those she feels loyal to, Jada is stoic. Uncomplaining, staunchly loyal, and unflinchingly obedient, she is exemplary in service. However there are downsides. To those who earn her wrath, she can be terrifying when her anger is stoked. Far more commonly, she is very quiet, and hard to keep a conversation with.
The causes for her wrath are luckily straight-forward. Disrespect over her disfiguring scars is the chief reason, followed closely by mockery of other kinds. Jada is, despite her physical prowess, quite insecure. She is deeply lonely, and the scar embodies much of her other damage. As a result it is the focal point of her anger when touched. The scar is a pivot point, mockery of which can permanently sour Jada to a person, but which love and acceptance of can cause lasting devotion.
Under the surface, Jada’s scar is merely the beginning of a much deeper wound. The disfiguring injury serves as a reminder of what was worse: Her time as a Hutt slave, and her time beaten, cold, and hungry in a cell for years.
What she wants is simply to be thanked, to be accepted, and to be treated no differently from other Boska. When she is singled out from her scar she has little control of desperate anger. However, perversely, she doesn’t know how to be with other people normally. Her defensive personality, her isolation, and her poor conversational skills all mean she tends to be left alone. That in turn makes her uncomfortable and sometimes angry, and the vicious cycle continues.
There are a couple of secrets she keeps close to her chest. Jada is musically talented. Quite. Though she has a stern and rather unfeminine face, she has a remarkable alto singing voice, with a very slight husky quality. She also has an almost magical ability to catch on to musical instruments, and if afforded opportunities could have been a true virtuoso. Still more shocking she is quite accomplished at baking.
Perhaps the biggest secret is the deepest layer of her personality. Kindness. Jada is fundamentally at her core someone who serves because she finds value in helping. She is humble, she is modest, and she is thoughtful in surprising ways. She has a good sense of humor, enjoys company, and makes an excellent friend.
The sad reality is that most never come to see this side of her.
History: Jada was, unbeknownst to her, the offspring of a Miki Boska Twi’lek. He had been part of a procurement squad who passed by Nar Kaaga to Kovo the Hutt’s palace. He stopped long enough to impregnate a dancer, and didn’t stay long enough to hear about the pregnancy. Kovo simply removed the dancer from his active line up in the hopes her surprise child would be a wise investment. Kovo was not disappointed. Among the rarest possible colors was an off-black, produced usually only in Miki Boska lines of mixed parentage. Kovo was ecstatic.
The girl was not popular with her mother though, who quickly transferred care to the slaves in the kitchen. They named her Jae’daneri, after family members they half remembered. Jae’daneri grew up rapidly. Her height was always much higher than it ‘should have been’ and by 15 it was clear she was never going to be the dancer material Kovo had hoped for. Despite the lack of 'femininity' to her, Kovo didn't want to waste his rare asset. He wanted to show her off. So he simply forced her to serve. It was in serving that Jae discovered how ‘the other half lived.’ Twi’leks used for pleasure. Plenty of drunk guests weren’t intimidated by her height and build, and liked to grab at her. Worse, they would grab at other slaves, slaves Kovo kept for the sexual amusement of guests.
When Jae’daneri saw one of the Twi’lek girls being hurt, she didn’t delay. She grabbed a steak knife off the table and jabbed it through the man’s eye socket. Guards dived on her, and she stabbed, scratched, bit, and raised a vicious resistance. As a result even after she was knocked out she was beaten. Kovo, furious at the loss of a guest, ordered that she be burned with acid and left in the dungeon. It was more than mere retribution, it was to his thought the destruction of every bit of value she had.
She woke up in a dark, cold cell, with a face that felt like fire, and painful shoots along her neck and back. She had a cracked rib as well, and multiple lacerations and soft tissue damage. No medical care came. For two days, measured by the distant light from a high window, there was no food. After that there was little food and water. Jae learned to catch rats and eat them raw. Though she was in pain, she found solace in her anger. It pushed her to hone her physical strength. Fat was banished from her body, and replaced by muscle. She sharpened a piece of metal in the hopes of killing a guard who entered.
Her chance came after two years in solitary confinement, when a newly hired guard opened her cell by mistake. Promptly the iron rod went through his skull and Jada grabbed his weapon and keys and escaped into the bitter cold swamps of Nar Kaaga. A guard challenged her on the way out, and broke her jaw before she killed him. Half dead from the cold, half-starved from poor diet, and filthy as an animal, she made it into a small fishing hut and passed out. When she awoke, she was covered in a warm blanket, a fire was made, and there was soup. There was also a Miki Boska there, named Desochu’kandula, posted on Nar Kaaga for a few weeks to spy for an operation against Kovo the Hutt. In Jada’s imprisonment Kovo had struck up a deal with the Empire. In exchange for gifts, he rounded members of the Boska in his sector and held them pending sale as new slaves. In the wake of the Empire’s purge on the Boska, they needed every one of them safe. They were desperate enough to take action.
They didn’t talk much of course, as Jada’s jaw had been wired shut to mend, and she couldn’t read or write. Mostly she answered his questions by nodding.
With no way to share her name, he smiled and called her Nar Kaaga Shadow. Or just Shadow. He explained to her about the Boska, and was able to help her read a little bit of Huttese. In exchange, from memory she was able to draw the layout of the Palace. It helped a Boska strike team kill Kovo later that week and rescue six hundred Boska. What Deoschu told her stayed in her mind.
You saved a lot of people today.
When the time came for Desochu to leave, Jada was able to form a few words again. Enough to tell him she wanted to come along. She certainly couldn’t stay on Nar Kaaga, and he knew it. So he gave her an offer: Become War Guard to his family and those above it, and she could be one of them. She took the oath there, through the pain of her healing jaw, and so in 10 BBY she became a Miki Boska.
When she returned to the ship that Deoschu was from, one of the ten CR-70 Consular-class ships in the Boska fleet, she was tattooed as Garnudcha Kandula. The color selected for her was black, signifying professionalism, which also kept her dark colors intact. The color she selected herself was blue, for loyalty. The Kandula family were experts in special operations among the Boska. They had a streak for the unorthodox, a joy for fighting smart, and a distinct skill at hand-to-hand combat.
First and foremost, Jada was given proper medical care. Her jaw was fixed, she was cleaned up, and the various infections and ailments she had were treated. After that period of rest, she began training. Training was easy for her. She already had an impressive physicality, rendered more impressive by a proper diet, and with their training she became very adept at unarmed techniques.
From punches to kicks to holds to grappling and to joint locks, she learned it all well. She also learned basic uses of blasters, but her real skill was with a vibroblade. With the vibration on it could cleave through many materials, with it off, it was a silent killer.
However not all was ideal. While Jada was dedicated, completely and utterly, to her family and the Boska, she was… Different. In her bunk, one of four in a tight room, she tended to not talk with others. It wasn’t pride or anger, but nervousness. Uncertainty. Jada had spent two years in silence, and didn’t know what to do. And for the others starting a conversation with an imposing scarred woman was also hard from nervousness.
Other examples were worse. Some would mock her scars. Whispered behind her was more common, as those who mocked her to her face were typically slammed face-first into a bulkhead.
Deoschu always intervened on her behalf, and as an older man respected amongst the Boska, he carried enough weight to give leniency to Jada. However he realized she needed more space, so he was able to assign her to a procurement team. With them, Jada was able to travel more, visit more worlds, and be productive. Her conduct on dangerous missions was especially valuable, and she did honor to the family she served.
Given her difficulties with people, Jada was moved around as needed every three or four months to prevent problems from forming, and it led to one inevitable conclusion. Jada was going to stay a private person. Her one bit of companionship was her voice. What she learned to do alone in cargo bays or sitting on hilltops watching for returning procurers was to sing, and to play an electroharp she bought on Shaum Hii.
It wasn’t until 4 BBY when she found a more permanent duty, being summoned for Granchagarnudcha. To serve as War Guard on behalf of the family she was sworn to, to the family they were sworn to. It was a high honor for her.
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