Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 24, 2015 5:51:41 GMT -5
Name: Ervisa Therani
Species: Mirialan
Faction: 'Civilian'
Rank: Whatever fits at the given moment
Age: 33
Height: 1.75m
Weight: 62kg
Image:
Appearance: Ervisa has a very distinct appearance, not in the least because of her emerald green skin. Aside from that, the first thing most people tend to notice is her hair. It's long, falling just below the shoulders, a nice glossy black. However, it's also shaved down to a thin buzz on the left side. It's not a style typically seen. It also results in a very good view of Ervisa's left eyebrow, which aside from being thick and distinct, has a barbell piercing.
Breaking up Ervisa's skin are tattoos, all of them in a very dark blue. Those on her face and upper arms are geometric designs of a traditional Mirialan fashion, however, the periphery have taken on their own life. On her collarbone is a Mandalorian mythosaur, on her right forearm a stylized Corellian Banshee Bird in mid-dive, and on her left forearm is an equally stylized dragon.
Possibly the most important part of Ervisa's appearance is her face. It is naturally rather angular, not oval or soft, but with features that stand out in the best possible way. Her cheekbones are defined, and draw attention to soulful grey eyes that are flecked with a pale blue. The tattoos on her cheeks and chin only seem to accent the shape of her face.
It wouldn't be complete not to mention Ervisa's clothing of choice. Almost invariably she is found in some form of tank top, typically a charcoal or a dark blue, with some form of logo. Aratech is her perennial favorite. Around her waist is a utility belt, with a drop-leg holster on the left thigh, and several pouches for tools or items as needed. Her pants are a flame-retardant and durable synthetic, the inside of the legs being black and the outside a vertically-lined burnt-orange/copper-brown. Those pants are tucked into sturdy boots. It's a very durable lower half.
The upper half has a need to be covered in cold, and Ervisa will dress up or down depending on temperature. Warmth needs nothing added, mild chill adds a padded grey vest, and actual cold adds a black leather flight jacket, with nerf-fur lining.
Personality: Ervisa isn't 'bubbly,' but rather the type of pleasantly social that falls considerably short of that mark. She's agreeable, good company, and not overly talkative. She doesn't gush or giggle, but neither does she sit there sullenly and silently. With that said, she's better company after a drink or three. When not a little lubricated with alcohol, Ervisa can be slightly paranoid. Her paranoia is more of the garden variety cynicism in government and business than the 'radio transmitters in my cereal' variety.
Even such a variety is typically unpleasant to cope with day to day, and as a result Ervisa tries to avoid the big debates about politics, religions, and corporate affiliations. Save for two, she has a deep affection for old Aratech work and for anything Nubian.
When in a good mood, typically brought on by alcohol, Ervisa has a thousand different stories that range from absurd to only mildly improbable, all of which are hilarious. Even those without particularly funny subject material are rendered funny by Ervi's knack for storytelling.
With the knowledge Ervisa is charismatic, typically fun to be around, and interesting, she does have a downside. She will jokingly declare "I'm the girl your mother warned you about," but she is correct. While charming and good-looking, Ervisa is not a stable personality. She tends to drift here and there, not staying long in ordinary jobs, or lasting long in relationships. She's worked a successive saga of random jobs, none lasting more than a year or two. Ervisa is not typically reliable, and she typically doesn't plan things. She merely drifts.
She's had almost as many boyfriends as she's had jobs, but only one marriage. None of them ever ended well. There's something about Ervisa that prevents her from staying put, or truly making the connections needed to stay that stable with another soul.
The only truly consistent skills and passions she has are piloting, mechanical work, and music. The first two she can do well enough to be considered a true professional, and the latter is mostly a very serious hobby. She has a small core of 'bands you've never heard of' that she loves, including but not limited to Anaxes War College, Corellia Blues, The Rancors.
History: Ervisa Therani was born on Mirial in 37 BBY. At the time Mirial was a frigid, arid, dirty, unimportant world in the ass end of space with nothing to recommend it. This differs from the present only in that prior to the Clone Wars it was the sole domain of the Techno Union, who tended to dominate every facet of life in unusual ways.
Ervisa was the third daughter, with and fourth child in all. Her elder siblings were Sutara, Edren, Barisi, and Tulinala. Edren was the only son until Ervisa's younger brother Vadem was born. All of them worked for the Techno Union, along with Ervisa's parents Artem and Evelia. Artem was the assistant manager of Techno Union Supply Waystation 573-42. Evelia helped with it.
From the earliest days Ervisa was always the blacksheep in her family. She had no interest in working part time in the store, or getting a Techno Union Commerce License. In fact when she was forced as a young teenage to labor in the family shop, she would very flatly and boldly advise people to display their TUCL. In fact she'd make repeated snarky jokes about the need for TUCL out at all times.
Her parents were not amused. Her siblings were not amused. The fact was, Ervisa marched to her own drummer. She preferred to smoke in the alley with the riffraff, made rude comments about the corporations, and didn't even care about her future. They were half right there. She didn't care about her future on Mirial, because as far as she was concerned there was no future.
The Clone Wars proved her quite right of course. She was 15 when it broke out, and "Techno Union Wartime Expediency Protocols" were put into effect. Which meant that they were all supposed to make battle droids for company vouchers until they died. The next birthday she had, Ervisa was stowing away offworld. She bounced off that ship until she made her way onto the luxury cruise liner, Gem of Alderaan. Her job? The illustrious position of busing tables. She wasn't even given the dubious honor of waiting them.
Her time on the ship didn't last particularly long, one of the other food and beverage employees persuaded her that liberating certain lost credits was acceptable. Ervisa finally agreed after being paid one credit an hour on the logic they would receive tips and the company was paying her room and half her board. Management disagreed, and they were both fired.
Ervisa was unceremoniously dumped on Trigalis with Karn, the fellow thief. She promptly told him exactly where to shove his next good idea, and left to find her own path. It was washing dishes for a whole two weeks in the local pub before getting herself hired on with a mercenary group. It was then she developed her signature hairstyle, with one side of her head shaved. She picked up a few more tattoos, got some piercings.
As strange as it sounded, she enjoyed being 'badass commando chick' as she liked to jokingly refer to herself as. It was a great overstatement, as the group accepted everyone for good reason, they were mostly the 'blaster-sponge' and 'break kneecaps until repayment' kind of mercenaries, and Ervisa was the only one who took it remotely serious. She felt obliged to for the amount of pay she was getting.
It was that trait which attracted Holden Skirata. He was a Mandalorian, and a proud one, who worked with the group sometimes. He was definitely attracted to Ervisa, and she was attracted right back. Inside a few months they couldn't keep their hands off of each other in their downtime. Being both a very young 19 and not particularly wise, they thought that was enough. Holden popped the question, Ervisa impulsively said yes.
They were married on Concord Dawn, and the first two years went tolerably well. She enjoyed the training, learning to fight more effectively, learning some Mando'a, and some Mandalorian tricks. She liked their beer a great deal as well. But they had a certain barrier. Holden was traditional. He'd been bothered enough Ervisa didn't like to go by Skirata. He expected her to wear beskar, to learn Mando'a, to have kids, and to embrace the whole smalltime rural angle he loved so much. Ervisa on the other hand hated farms, almost hated children, and wasn't good with languages.
Their marriage lasted just three years. By 23, they had both agreed to separate and pretend it never happened. It wasn't precisely that they hated each other. Merely, the love they'd had was only transient. Nothing more.
Ervisa strayed into the Core for the first time, landing on Corellia and attempting to settle down in her own way. She got an apartment, a job, a pet plant. She killed the plant. The job was ironic though, a fitness instructor. Her trim physique, enhanced by her Mandalorian experience, sold spin classes remarkably well. And pilates. And yoga. She quit smoking for the first time then. But with Ervisa, nothing lasted. She felt insanely bored with the monotony. So she moved.
Pantolomin sounded magical to her. Or as magical as was possible. Submarine casinos with transparent walls you could watch coral reefs though. Also no shortage of booze and tabac. Unfortunately gambling was expensive. Fortunately, the Sandy Shoals Casino hired her on as a cocktail waitress. That was a very, very mixed bag.
On the one hand, Ervisa was quite good-looking and got plenty of tips. But on the other hand she had to consciously break her habit of breaking offending hands that grabbed. "Dealing with it" was a prerequisite for the job she never quite got used to, and she transferred to bartender as soon as she could. It was only working that job where she truly realized how important and noble the profession was.
When she first started, someone asking for a Spicy Twi'lek made her insist they weren't a brothel. But after research she knew it was a spicy ginger beer, Rylothean Rum, and a select Twi'lek mint syrup. It was the obscure where she realized that being a bartender was truly amazing. She did that job happily for the longest time, until the owner lost the casino in 9 BBY due to a certain legal trouble. It was shut down, and Ervisa was well motivated to get away from a very inquisitive Empire. It was on her outbound journey that she managed to coax some piloting lessons out of the pilot with her. As it happened he become one in her lengthy saga of boyfriends, and Marton was one of the definite favorites simply by virtue of being an incredibly effective flight school.
Nothing lasted there either, but Ervisa did get an official pilot license on Chandrila, purposefully chosen as no one ever questioned anything issued by Chandrila. She'd been bitten by the space bug, and there was just one thing to do: keep flying.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Likes- Obscure music, bad jokes
Dislikes- Imperial entanglements, iceberg lettuce
Fun fact: Is left-handed.
Species: Mirialan
Faction: 'Civilian'
Rank: Whatever fits at the given moment
Age: 33
Height: 1.75m
Weight: 62kg
Image:
Appearance: Ervisa has a very distinct appearance, not in the least because of her emerald green skin. Aside from that, the first thing most people tend to notice is her hair. It's long, falling just below the shoulders, a nice glossy black. However, it's also shaved down to a thin buzz on the left side. It's not a style typically seen. It also results in a very good view of Ervisa's left eyebrow, which aside from being thick and distinct, has a barbell piercing.
Breaking up Ervisa's skin are tattoos, all of them in a very dark blue. Those on her face and upper arms are geometric designs of a traditional Mirialan fashion, however, the periphery have taken on their own life. On her collarbone is a Mandalorian mythosaur, on her right forearm a stylized Corellian Banshee Bird in mid-dive, and on her left forearm is an equally stylized dragon.
Possibly the most important part of Ervisa's appearance is her face. It is naturally rather angular, not oval or soft, but with features that stand out in the best possible way. Her cheekbones are defined, and draw attention to soulful grey eyes that are flecked with a pale blue. The tattoos on her cheeks and chin only seem to accent the shape of her face.
It wouldn't be complete not to mention Ervisa's clothing of choice. Almost invariably she is found in some form of tank top, typically a charcoal or a dark blue, with some form of logo. Aratech is her perennial favorite. Around her waist is a utility belt, with a drop-leg holster on the left thigh, and several pouches for tools or items as needed. Her pants are a flame-retardant and durable synthetic, the inside of the legs being black and the outside a vertically-lined burnt-orange/copper-brown. Those pants are tucked into sturdy boots. It's a very durable lower half.
The upper half has a need to be covered in cold, and Ervisa will dress up or down depending on temperature. Warmth needs nothing added, mild chill adds a padded grey vest, and actual cold adds a black leather flight jacket, with nerf-fur lining.
Personality: Ervisa isn't 'bubbly,' but rather the type of pleasantly social that falls considerably short of that mark. She's agreeable, good company, and not overly talkative. She doesn't gush or giggle, but neither does she sit there sullenly and silently. With that said, she's better company after a drink or three. When not a little lubricated with alcohol, Ervisa can be slightly paranoid. Her paranoia is more of the garden variety cynicism in government and business than the 'radio transmitters in my cereal' variety.
Even such a variety is typically unpleasant to cope with day to day, and as a result Ervisa tries to avoid the big debates about politics, religions, and corporate affiliations. Save for two, she has a deep affection for old Aratech work and for anything Nubian.
When in a good mood, typically brought on by alcohol, Ervisa has a thousand different stories that range from absurd to only mildly improbable, all of which are hilarious. Even those without particularly funny subject material are rendered funny by Ervi's knack for storytelling.
With the knowledge Ervisa is charismatic, typically fun to be around, and interesting, she does have a downside. She will jokingly declare "I'm the girl your mother warned you about," but she is correct. While charming and good-looking, Ervisa is not a stable personality. She tends to drift here and there, not staying long in ordinary jobs, or lasting long in relationships. She's worked a successive saga of random jobs, none lasting more than a year or two. Ervisa is not typically reliable, and she typically doesn't plan things. She merely drifts.
She's had almost as many boyfriends as she's had jobs, but only one marriage. None of them ever ended well. There's something about Ervisa that prevents her from staying put, or truly making the connections needed to stay that stable with another soul.
The only truly consistent skills and passions she has are piloting, mechanical work, and music. The first two she can do well enough to be considered a true professional, and the latter is mostly a very serious hobby. She has a small core of 'bands you've never heard of' that she loves, including but not limited to Anaxes War College, Corellia Blues, The Rancors.
History: Ervisa Therani was born on Mirial in 37 BBY. At the time Mirial was a frigid, arid, dirty, unimportant world in the ass end of space with nothing to recommend it. This differs from the present only in that prior to the Clone Wars it was the sole domain of the Techno Union, who tended to dominate every facet of life in unusual ways.
Ervisa was the third daughter, with and fourth child in all. Her elder siblings were Sutara, Edren, Barisi, and Tulinala. Edren was the only son until Ervisa's younger brother Vadem was born. All of them worked for the Techno Union, along with Ervisa's parents Artem and Evelia. Artem was the assistant manager of Techno Union Supply Waystation 573-42. Evelia helped with it.
From the earliest days Ervisa was always the blacksheep in her family. She had no interest in working part time in the store, or getting a Techno Union Commerce License. In fact when she was forced as a young teenage to labor in the family shop, she would very flatly and boldly advise people to display their TUCL. In fact she'd make repeated snarky jokes about the need for TUCL out at all times.
Her parents were not amused. Her siblings were not amused. The fact was, Ervisa marched to her own drummer. She preferred to smoke in the alley with the riffraff, made rude comments about the corporations, and didn't even care about her future. They were half right there. She didn't care about her future on Mirial, because as far as she was concerned there was no future.
The Clone Wars proved her quite right of course. She was 15 when it broke out, and "Techno Union Wartime Expediency Protocols" were put into effect. Which meant that they were all supposed to make battle droids for company vouchers until they died. The next birthday she had, Ervisa was stowing away offworld. She bounced off that ship until she made her way onto the luxury cruise liner, Gem of Alderaan. Her job? The illustrious position of busing tables. She wasn't even given the dubious honor of waiting them.
Her time on the ship didn't last particularly long, one of the other food and beverage employees persuaded her that liberating certain lost credits was acceptable. Ervisa finally agreed after being paid one credit an hour on the logic they would receive tips and the company was paying her room and half her board. Management disagreed, and they were both fired.
Ervisa was unceremoniously dumped on Trigalis with Karn, the fellow thief. She promptly told him exactly where to shove his next good idea, and left to find her own path. It was washing dishes for a whole two weeks in the local pub before getting herself hired on with a mercenary group. It was then she developed her signature hairstyle, with one side of her head shaved. She picked up a few more tattoos, got some piercings.
As strange as it sounded, she enjoyed being 'badass commando chick' as she liked to jokingly refer to herself as. It was a great overstatement, as the group accepted everyone for good reason, they were mostly the 'blaster-sponge' and 'break kneecaps until repayment' kind of mercenaries, and Ervisa was the only one who took it remotely serious. She felt obliged to for the amount of pay she was getting.
It was that trait which attracted Holden Skirata. He was a Mandalorian, and a proud one, who worked with the group sometimes. He was definitely attracted to Ervisa, and she was attracted right back. Inside a few months they couldn't keep their hands off of each other in their downtime. Being both a very young 19 and not particularly wise, they thought that was enough. Holden popped the question, Ervisa impulsively said yes.
They were married on Concord Dawn, and the first two years went tolerably well. She enjoyed the training, learning to fight more effectively, learning some Mando'a, and some Mandalorian tricks. She liked their beer a great deal as well. But they had a certain barrier. Holden was traditional. He'd been bothered enough Ervisa didn't like to go by Skirata. He expected her to wear beskar, to learn Mando'a, to have kids, and to embrace the whole smalltime rural angle he loved so much. Ervisa on the other hand hated farms, almost hated children, and wasn't good with languages.
Their marriage lasted just three years. By 23, they had both agreed to separate and pretend it never happened. It wasn't precisely that they hated each other. Merely, the love they'd had was only transient. Nothing more.
Ervisa strayed into the Core for the first time, landing on Corellia and attempting to settle down in her own way. She got an apartment, a job, a pet plant. She killed the plant. The job was ironic though, a fitness instructor. Her trim physique, enhanced by her Mandalorian experience, sold spin classes remarkably well. And pilates. And yoga. She quit smoking for the first time then. But with Ervisa, nothing lasted. She felt insanely bored with the monotony. So she moved.
Pantolomin sounded magical to her. Or as magical as was possible. Submarine casinos with transparent walls you could watch coral reefs though. Also no shortage of booze and tabac. Unfortunately gambling was expensive. Fortunately, the Sandy Shoals Casino hired her on as a cocktail waitress. That was a very, very mixed bag.
On the one hand, Ervisa was quite good-looking and got plenty of tips. But on the other hand she had to consciously break her habit of breaking offending hands that grabbed. "Dealing with it" was a prerequisite for the job she never quite got used to, and she transferred to bartender as soon as she could. It was only working that job where she truly realized how important and noble the profession was.
When she first started, someone asking for a Spicy Twi'lek made her insist they weren't a brothel. But after research she knew it was a spicy ginger beer, Rylothean Rum, and a select Twi'lek mint syrup. It was the obscure where she realized that being a bartender was truly amazing. She did that job happily for the longest time, until the owner lost the casino in 9 BBY due to a certain legal trouble. It was shut down, and Ervisa was well motivated to get away from a very inquisitive Empire. It was on her outbound journey that she managed to coax some piloting lessons out of the pilot with her. As it happened he become one in her lengthy saga of boyfriends, and Marton was one of the definite favorites simply by virtue of being an incredibly effective flight school.
Nothing lasted there either, but Ervisa did get an official pilot license on Chandrila, purposefully chosen as no one ever questioned anything issued by Chandrila. She'd been bitten by the space bug, and there was just one thing to do: keep flying.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Likes- Obscure music, bad jokes
Dislikes- Imperial entanglements, iceberg lettuce
Fun fact: Is left-handed.
