Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jan 16, 2016 23:33:15 GMT -5
Name: Gira'ziveri
Species: Twi'lek (half-Boska)
Faction: Miki Boska
Rank: Brewer and Almond-Obsessed Desk-Cowgirl.
Age: 22
Height: 1.72m
Weight: 59.9 kg
Image: tbd
Appearance: Gira is a Twi'lek woman, a bit on the tall side of most standards, on the short side of average for Boska standards. She has a physique that lies at a point a little better than average: flat stomach, moderately nice bum, moderately nice breasts. Hips that don't lie. Her face is a bit diamond shaped, with full lips, round light-brown eyes, and distinct brows. Her nose rides the line between big and moderate, and manages to have a straight line from tip to brow. She's usually smiling in ditsy fashion, which reveals a small gap between her front teeth. Her skin is a drab mustard color, not the most exciting shade of yellow certainly. But also not one that glows in the dark. Her tattoos are green, aptly chosen by a drunk parent to embody honesty. The UV color is brown, chosen because, quote, "I am so humble, I am like the most humble person on this entire motherfrelling ship. YEAH BITCH."
When it comes to clothing, you can ALWAYS find Gira in a pair of tattered blue jeans. Tattered because all the pairs she has are old imports gotten from wherever she could find them. They're usually tight on the hips and the rear, and lowcut. Not exactly perfectly fitted. The pants are tucked into a pair of basically flat boots, a worn and battered grey, with straps over the ankle and at the top. Usual accompaniment is a white tank top and a plaid flannel shirt. Sometimes green, sometimes red, sometimes blue. Occasionally there's necklaces and bracelets.
One staple she has with her is a grey-leather holster, tied around the right leg where it hangs low. In it rests a small caliber slugthrower revolver, long-barreled. Like most of the Twi'leks in the grain-production areas, she carries a small caliber slugthrower to kill pests with. Tasty, tasty pests. Pests that are great deep-fried and served with guacamole. The caliber is small to avoid damaging any equipment or causing hull fatigue.
Personality: Gira is not exactly ordinary. She's kind of crazy. For starters there's her obsession with almonds. Or there's her sexual preferences. Not as in 'men' or 'women' but as in 'choking' and 'eye patches.' She finds these things attractive, and swoons over them easily. In fact talking to her about them is a bad idea as well, because it tends to set her off. When set off she tends to bite lips and straddle chairs a little too vigorously. Then there's her other favorite topic, everything.
Gira doesn't shut up. She rambles on about all kinds of things, half of them delusional misconceptions, bad ideas of history poor judgments of facts and people, and so on. There's her completely nonfunctional gaydar for one, her picking up dates at the optometrist, and so on. Also of note is her pet, a rather small and ordinary-looking lizard which she bought under the impression it was a baby krayt dragon. It's name is Tad Cooper and she is convinced it will grow to full size. Don't tell her it's a lizard. Don't.
She may be mentally ill, she may be stupid, or she might be in need of a decade of therapy and some premium space ganja, but the facts are in anyway: Gira is a weirdo. Just, don't let her do really important stuff, and keep her distracted. When in doubt buy her almonds and tell her to stay put. Even if she doesn't stay put she gets in less trouble while reasonably good-natured and eating almonds.
History: The Ziveri branch of the Boska was a poorer one, traditionally associated with grain, grain products, and the various grain-related aspects of Boska life. They were mostly posted on the Class VI bulk freighter 'Cora'vinta' or 'Immortal Whale'. Gira'ziveri's mother Shiri'ziveri was selected once to aid a retrieval team. In the process of that mission she drank a gallon of whiskey and became pregnant. It was her last mission with a retrieval team. She gave birth to a yellow daughter who she named Gira'ziveri, translating to 'scorching hangover.' It was not perhaps the most lyrical possible name.
Gira was followed by a brother almost two years later, though he was a full Boska. Gira still got to carry a chip on her shoulder for being shorter. Luckily 'dad' wasn't in the picture. Shiri was loose like a door missing half the hinges, and they just put up with it. Luckily two 'oops' were enough to convince her to avail herself of birth control, of the permanent sort.
It was a big family, which was fortunate. In proper Ziveri fashion there was a quid pro quo arrangement of backscratching and corruption that resulted in copious amounts of liquor on the dinner tables, where at least ten people would be present each night. Food was a combination of the basic free essentials, the cheap goods, what pest animals could be hunted, and what was traded for.
Most of the time Gira and X were with a small army of cousins. However those cousins all had friends. And friends of friends. The only real commonality between them all was lower classes. Gira, when she was 13, met Vie'teldri, who she continually describes as 'gayer than musical theater on ice'. He is not gay, Gira is merely incredibly unfocused and can't get over how absurdly gay he seems.
Gira, through the miracles of fetal alcohol syndrome or simply not winning any intelligence contests, really genuinely can't tell if 'bitch' is affectionate or insulting. She was continually lectured for using profanities that way from the ages of 12 to 14 until everyone who knew her gave up and just hoped she'd stop talking. This matched up with her schooling years where any dreams of special advanced education were killed, probably by her habit of referring to teachers as "Mr. Bitch," or "Your Bitchness." Also for pervasive and excessive goofing off in class, smoking in the bathrooms, and passing notes. Her teachers quickly realized the notes would not be curtailed by forcing them to be read aloud, because that was her exact goal. Most of them were profanity and bathroom humor strung together in a sentence she hoped would get read out loud.
Gira lost her virginity at 14 in the men's room stall with the Captain of the pistol team (during the disastrous Grancha Hasa on Abregado-Rae, the Immortal Whale was actually two-days behind schedule and missed the whole affair. The hyperdrive broke down permanently a year and a half later which necessitated moving everyone and everything). She subsequently developed a 'thing' for reliving the experience and he broke up with her a year later when he got tired of always using a bathroom for sexual purposes. Gira had trouble accepting 'break up' and followed him around obsessively until he got a new girlfriend. At that point she retaliated by dating the new girlfriend's brother who was the head of the dejarik team (who was mostly too quiet and timid to tell her 'no' for fear of the scathing reply 'shut your whore-mouth nerd'), and she perpetually caused herself to be an inconvenience until her ex left for a different ship when everybody was relocated.
At that point she declared victory and moved on herself to the next phase of education, since her teachers just wanted her gone. This was practical work on the new ship, Pateesa Kwee-Kunee, a Munificent class frigate. Being a Ziveri she was shunted to grain. Being a Ziveri who could beg, threaten, lie, or bang her way to something she wanted, she was able to be placed with her great-Uncle Tarnik'ziveri's distilling operations in one of the old treasure-storage bays. It was especially important while they were getting established.
That quickly became the highlight of her life. She was 17, good-looking, and had a steady supply of liquor. There was rarely a moment of the day when she had a legal blood alcohol content. The fact she was so vibrant though meant she usually had the 'reception' job rather than being responsible for numbers or advanced chemistry in the distillery. Usually she answered the comm and welcomed visitors, gave tours of their operations to the higher-ups who asked.
Despite being continually excessively flirty and abusive towards substances, she was always a staple at the nearest temples. She was down for whatever gods were willing to give her consideration. Provided they didn't get between her and whiskey. Or her and sex.
Over her 19th and 20th year she carefully assembled a still in her private quarters (which was a loft accessed by the catwalk over the distillery floor), and to top it off at a very impressive birthday party, she was given a cake... coated with marzipan. This magical substance prompted an intense fascination with almonds that would not die.
One day, she would find almonds. She would find almonds, and then fill a swimming pool with almonds, drink an almond-based drink, while eating marzipan-filled chocolates, all while screaming I AM GOD OF ALMONDS.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Species: Twi'lek (half-Boska)
Faction: Miki Boska
Rank: Brewer and Almond-Obsessed Desk-Cowgirl.
Age: 22
Height: 1.72m
Weight: 59.9 kg
Image: tbd
Appearance: Gira is a Twi'lek woman, a bit on the tall side of most standards, on the short side of average for Boska standards. She has a physique that lies at a point a little better than average: flat stomach, moderately nice bum, moderately nice breasts. Hips that don't lie. Her face is a bit diamond shaped, with full lips, round light-brown eyes, and distinct brows. Her nose rides the line between big and moderate, and manages to have a straight line from tip to brow. She's usually smiling in ditsy fashion, which reveals a small gap between her front teeth. Her skin is a drab mustard color, not the most exciting shade of yellow certainly. But also not one that glows in the dark. Her tattoos are green, aptly chosen by a drunk parent to embody honesty. The UV color is brown, chosen because, quote, "I am so humble, I am like the most humble person on this entire motherfrelling ship. YEAH BITCH."
When it comes to clothing, you can ALWAYS find Gira in a pair of tattered blue jeans. Tattered because all the pairs she has are old imports gotten from wherever she could find them. They're usually tight on the hips and the rear, and lowcut. Not exactly perfectly fitted. The pants are tucked into a pair of basically flat boots, a worn and battered grey, with straps over the ankle and at the top. Usual accompaniment is a white tank top and a plaid flannel shirt. Sometimes green, sometimes red, sometimes blue. Occasionally there's necklaces and bracelets.
One staple she has with her is a grey-leather holster, tied around the right leg where it hangs low. In it rests a small caliber slugthrower revolver, long-barreled. Like most of the Twi'leks in the grain-production areas, she carries a small caliber slugthrower to kill pests with. Tasty, tasty pests. Pests that are great deep-fried and served with guacamole. The caliber is small to avoid damaging any equipment or causing hull fatigue.
Personality: Gira is not exactly ordinary. She's kind of crazy. For starters there's her obsession with almonds. Or there's her sexual preferences. Not as in 'men' or 'women' but as in 'choking' and 'eye patches.' She finds these things attractive, and swoons over them easily. In fact talking to her about them is a bad idea as well, because it tends to set her off. When set off she tends to bite lips and straddle chairs a little too vigorously. Then there's her other favorite topic, everything.
Gira doesn't shut up. She rambles on about all kinds of things, half of them delusional misconceptions, bad ideas of history poor judgments of facts and people, and so on. There's her completely nonfunctional gaydar for one, her picking up dates at the optometrist, and so on. Also of note is her pet, a rather small and ordinary-looking lizard which she bought under the impression it was a baby krayt dragon. It's name is Tad Cooper and she is convinced it will grow to full size. Don't tell her it's a lizard. Don't.
She may be mentally ill, she may be stupid, or she might be in need of a decade of therapy and some premium space ganja, but the facts are in anyway: Gira is a weirdo. Just, don't let her do really important stuff, and keep her distracted. When in doubt buy her almonds and tell her to stay put. Even if she doesn't stay put she gets in less trouble while reasonably good-natured and eating almonds.
History: The Ziveri branch of the Boska was a poorer one, traditionally associated with grain, grain products, and the various grain-related aspects of Boska life. They were mostly posted on the Class VI bulk freighter 'Cora'vinta' or 'Immortal Whale'. Gira'ziveri's mother Shiri'ziveri was selected once to aid a retrieval team. In the process of that mission she drank a gallon of whiskey and became pregnant. It was her last mission with a retrieval team. She gave birth to a yellow daughter who she named Gira'ziveri, translating to 'scorching hangover.' It was not perhaps the most lyrical possible name.
Gira was followed by a brother almost two years later, though he was a full Boska. Gira still got to carry a chip on her shoulder for being shorter. Luckily 'dad' wasn't in the picture. Shiri was loose like a door missing half the hinges, and they just put up with it. Luckily two 'oops' were enough to convince her to avail herself of birth control, of the permanent sort.
It was a big family, which was fortunate. In proper Ziveri fashion there was a quid pro quo arrangement of backscratching and corruption that resulted in copious amounts of liquor on the dinner tables, where at least ten people would be present each night. Food was a combination of the basic free essentials, the cheap goods, what pest animals could be hunted, and what was traded for.
Most of the time Gira and X were with a small army of cousins. However those cousins all had friends. And friends of friends. The only real commonality between them all was lower classes. Gira, when she was 13, met Vie'teldri, who she continually describes as 'gayer than musical theater on ice'. He is not gay, Gira is merely incredibly unfocused and can't get over how absurdly gay he seems.
Gira, through the miracles of fetal alcohol syndrome or simply not winning any intelligence contests, really genuinely can't tell if 'bitch' is affectionate or insulting. She was continually lectured for using profanities that way from the ages of 12 to 14 until everyone who knew her gave up and just hoped she'd stop talking. This matched up with her schooling years where any dreams of special advanced education were killed, probably by her habit of referring to teachers as "Mr. Bitch," or "Your Bitchness." Also for pervasive and excessive goofing off in class, smoking in the bathrooms, and passing notes. Her teachers quickly realized the notes would not be curtailed by forcing them to be read aloud, because that was her exact goal. Most of them were profanity and bathroom humor strung together in a sentence she hoped would get read out loud.
Gira lost her virginity at 14 in the men's room stall with the Captain of the pistol team (during the disastrous Grancha Hasa on Abregado-Rae, the Immortal Whale was actually two-days behind schedule and missed the whole affair. The hyperdrive broke down permanently a year and a half later which necessitated moving everyone and everything). She subsequently developed a 'thing' for reliving the experience and he broke up with her a year later when he got tired of always using a bathroom for sexual purposes. Gira had trouble accepting 'break up' and followed him around obsessively until he got a new girlfriend. At that point she retaliated by dating the new girlfriend's brother who was the head of the dejarik team (who was mostly too quiet and timid to tell her 'no' for fear of the scathing reply 'shut your whore-mouth nerd'), and she perpetually caused herself to be an inconvenience until her ex left for a different ship when everybody was relocated.
At that point she declared victory and moved on herself to the next phase of education, since her teachers just wanted her gone. This was practical work on the new ship, Pateesa Kwee-Kunee, a Munificent class frigate. Being a Ziveri she was shunted to grain. Being a Ziveri who could beg, threaten, lie, or bang her way to something she wanted, she was able to be placed with her great-Uncle Tarnik'ziveri's distilling operations in one of the old treasure-storage bays. It was especially important while they were getting established.
That quickly became the highlight of her life. She was 17, good-looking, and had a steady supply of liquor. There was rarely a moment of the day when she had a legal blood alcohol content. The fact she was so vibrant though meant she usually had the 'reception' job rather than being responsible for numbers or advanced chemistry in the distillery. Usually she answered the comm and welcomed visitors, gave tours of their operations to the higher-ups who asked.
Despite being continually excessively flirty and abusive towards substances, she was always a staple at the nearest temples. She was down for whatever gods were willing to give her consideration. Provided they didn't get between her and whiskey. Or her and sex.
Over her 19th and 20th year she carefully assembled a still in her private quarters (which was a loft accessed by the catwalk over the distillery floor), and to top it off at a very impressive birthday party, she was given a cake... coated with marzipan. This magical substance prompted an intense fascination with almonds that would not die.
One day, she would find almonds. She would find almonds, and then fill a swimming pool with almonds, drink an almond-based drink, while eating marzipan-filled chocolates, all while screaming I AM GOD OF ALMONDS.
Miscellaneous Crap:
