Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 23:58:39 GMT -5
Name: Hirani’Poy’Ot’a
Species: Miki Boska
Faction: Incom Corporation
Rank: Senior Test Pilot
Age: 27
Height: 1.8 m
Weight: 61.4 kg
Faceclaim: Jennifer Lawrence
Appearance:
Hirani was luckily enough graced with her father’s skin color. The Rutian gene flows strongly in their blood, and Hirani is just as sky blue as Jov’vruum is. The blue is accented perfectly with Hirani’s soft, violet eyes, wide and colorful. The skin color is hidden under layers of tattoos, taking on a nordic styling, again similar to her father’s. The tattoos that are visible to the naked eye are strictly green and black, with only a little gold added around some edges once Hirani finished her Bola Cheesa. The UV colors are likewise strictly blue and orange.
Hirani possesses the typical long Miki Boska lekku, but given her little less than average height, the tips swing all the way down to just where her round, cute bubble butt turns into slender legs. The lekku on a whole are chevron-less, and instead Hirani lets her black tattoos decorate the headtails. More typically than not, the lekku are wrapped around her neck, especially when in the cockpit of a starfighter.
Hirani’s body is rather average or typical for a Miki Boska female. She possesses the large breasts and the wide hips, but on their own, not much for a Boska to marvel at. It’s only together, as a whole, that most Miki Boska tend to appreciate Hirani’s body. The thing that really stands out, though? The woman’s long, slender, sexy legs. No one knows what it is about them, but they command attention. They set the standards for Hirani’s whole figure.
Catching Hirani outside of her Miki Boska flight suit is a rare occasion, but it does happen. If she’s at home, she’s usually in a tank top, a pair of underwear, and nothing else. If she’s wandering around the fleet, Hirani can be found in a tan pair of pants, a mono-color tee-shirt, brown boots and a jacket to match. On the one-in-a-million chance she’s on a planet, the outfit is the same, except with a standard-issue SB-17 Heavy Blaster strapped to her hip.
TL;DR - Black and green tattoos, gold edging. Blue and orange UV colors. Lekku extends past her butt. Body is average, not oogle worthy unless oogling the whole body. Dem legs, dough. Doesn’t dress like a slut.
Personality:
There’s two different versions of Hirani. One when she’s off-duty, and one when she’s on-duty.
On-duty Hirani is very much all business. She takes her job seriously, almost to a fault. Everything has to be perfect, and she does whatever she can to maintain this goal. There’s no room for error. Hirani very much believes in the Boska people, and is unwaveringly loyal to them. Though, it is worth it to note that one, she's not very religious in any sort of way and two, she doesn’t fully understand as to why tattoos. Needles and Hirani get along as well as rancors and spike-y overhead doors.
Off-Duty Hirani is a whole different animal. Just look at her quarters aboard The Fleet, and you’ll understand. The place is usually a mess. A half-drunk beer or two usually lingers around. And when Hirani is home, she’s usually in a state of half-undressed.
None the less, both off-duty and on-duty Hirani share quite a few similar traits. Easy annoyance, and letting everyone know about it is one trait. Her hatred for Imperials, and refusal to deal with problems is another. And the young woman is also quite a proud person, which goes hand-in-hand with the over-confidence she exudes. The over-confidence gives birth to a sense of immortality, even if it’s subconscious, which leads the way for her flying style. Hirani isn’t reckless, but she’s a very daring pilot nonetheless, and considers herself one of the best that the Miki Boska have. And extremely bold claim, for a group that lives in Space.
Lastly, Hirani owns a vintage turntable. Music is something she fell in love with, thanks to her father. And in her opinion, if it isn’t on vinyl, it isn’t worth it.
TL;DR - Your typical 20-somethings ambitious young woman. Daring pilot. Hot-headed. Proud and over-confident. Probably cool to chill with, though. Would rather have booze and sex than deal with personal problems. Hates Imperials. Loves the Boska. Has Hipster Turntable.
History:
There’s not too terribly much to tell about Hirani’s history, so I’ll keep this short -
Hirani was born to Jov’vruum O’lars and Alema’O’ta twenty-one years ago, the couple’s first child when they were both eighteen years old. Although Hirani had her father’s Rutian skin color, she took almost immediately after her mother and her love of flying. Hirani’s crib mobile was starfighters. Her baby onesies were starfighters. Jov’ and Alema got Hirani to eat by telling her to “open the hangar, here comes the starfighter”.
Anyways, you get it. She was exposed to ships and flying at a young age.
Jov’vruum was gone a lot, being a Retriever, so Hirani was left a lot with Alema. And Alema wasted no time in training her daughter in fighter simulations, once she was old enough. It was mother-daughter bonding time, simply. And once Hirani learned how fly correctly in the simulations (landing, take-offs, etc etc), the girl started to get more daring. More wild. Seeing how close she could get to the ground without touching. Weaving through canyons and across larger starship hulls. Alema only encouraged this, wanting to see just how good of a pilot her daughter could be.
When Hirani reached twelve, Jov’vruum taught his daughter how to fight. Every Boska had to learn, after all, and Jov’vruum wanted to do it himself. Blasters were pretty easy for the girl, but melee combat wasn’t, as she instinctively relied on… Well, her instincts. Not set moves, or combinations, or counters. Just going for it. It served her well in the fighter simulations, but not in hand-to-hand fighting. But it was something to work on.
Hirani was hesitant to expand her tattoos. She found out quickly that she didn’t like needles. Sharp, stinging pains and soreness afterwards wasn’t a pleasant thing, and she couldn’t figure out why the Miki Boska liked their tattoos so much. But Hirani was smart enough to figure that one didn’t argue with a culture that had been set up for thousands of years before she was even thought of. So rather late for most Boska, at the age of fourteen, Hirani finally expanded her tattoos on her own initiative, keeping with her initial green markings.
Unfortunately, it was this same year that the disastrous Grancha Hasa on Abregado-Rae happened. Hirani was never sure just how things started. One moment, she was in the middle of getting frisky with some Boska guy she had never met before, and the next, her father was yanking her along, blasting away at stormtroopers who were firing back. But Hirani distinctly remembers Alema getting shot, and dying on the field right then and there. It was a life-changing moment for the teenager.
Hirani didn’t blame her father for not being able to save her mother. But she needed space and time to process everything. And space wasn’t something that Jov’vruum was giving her. The more that they tried to “talk about things”, the more frustrated Hirani grew with him. She started to rebel against him; sleeping around, and partying mainly. None of which Jov’vruum stopped. He thought he was letting her cope how she wanted to cope. Hirani wanted to give him something to talk about other than her dead mother.
Needless to say, after Abregado-Rae, th Boska Fleet needed pilots, and needed pilots badly. So though her training continued for a few years, with a few different pilots taking over where Alema left off, Hirani joined the starfighter pilots corps at seventeen, not eighteen. Given her daring, wild streak in flying, not many veterans were willing to take the girl under the wings, and give her the proper field training she needed.
Except one.
Vax’Oaknadaa came from a family full of pilots, and almost immediately offered to take the young Hirani under his wing. The pair flew a couple of old Z95 Headhunters, scouting a patrolling ahead of The Fleet in order to ensure a safe passage for the Boska. Hirani almost immediately fell in love with her job, She saw the importance in it, and after Abregado-Rae, she felt that keeping The Fleet safe was all that mattered.
Hirani and Vax didn’t see too much combat. Mostly chasing off pirates and the odd Hutt fighters. The first time that Hirani was engaged in the dogfight, she was eighteen, and it was against a group of stubborn pirates whose ships were as ugly as they were slow and weak. Hirani confirmed one fighter kill, and Vax let her take a second that they had worked together on. The young woman was very proud of those two markings by the side of her cockpit.
It wasn’t long after this dogfight, that Vax and Hirani ran across an Imperial scouting group. Hirani was more than trigger happy, wanting to blow the TIEs out of the sky for what the Imperials had done at Abregado-Rae, and it was only by Vax’s quick, calming words that Hirani stayed her blaster cannons.
As Hirani turned twenty-one, she was sent off on her Bola Cheesa, her quest or sort of pilgrimage, into adulthood. However, before Hirani left, she already knew that she was going to be coming back to The Boska Fleet. It was her home. And it was important. For some reason. Hirani found herself on Abregado-Rae, drawn to the planet because of what had happened there.
And it was in Abregado-Rae Spaceport, in a back-alley scrap yard, that Hirani found a gem. An intact, nearly pristine Z95 Headhunter. But it was heavily customized, as it had s-foils instead of wings. And Hirani could recognize the markings around the cockpit in an instant as Miki Boska markings. Stealing the starfighter without a second thought, Hirani took it back to The Fleet, completing her Bola Cheesa.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Hirani flys a Modified Miki Boska Z-95 Headhunter
Species: Miki Boska
Faction: Incom Corporation
Rank: Senior Test Pilot
Age: 27
Height: 1.8 m
Weight: 61.4 kg
Faceclaim: Jennifer Lawrence
Appearance:
Hirani was luckily enough graced with her father’s skin color. The Rutian gene flows strongly in their blood, and Hirani is just as sky blue as Jov’vruum is. The blue is accented perfectly with Hirani’s soft, violet eyes, wide and colorful. The skin color is hidden under layers of tattoos, taking on a nordic styling, again similar to her father’s. The tattoos that are visible to the naked eye are strictly green and black, with only a little gold added around some edges once Hirani finished her Bola Cheesa. The UV colors are likewise strictly blue and orange.
Hirani possesses the typical long Miki Boska lekku, but given her little less than average height, the tips swing all the way down to just where her round, cute bubble butt turns into slender legs. The lekku on a whole are chevron-less, and instead Hirani lets her black tattoos decorate the headtails. More typically than not, the lekku are wrapped around her neck, especially when in the cockpit of a starfighter.
Hirani’s body is rather average or typical for a Miki Boska female. She possesses the large breasts and the wide hips, but on their own, not much for a Boska to marvel at. It’s only together, as a whole, that most Miki Boska tend to appreciate Hirani’s body. The thing that really stands out, though? The woman’s long, slender, sexy legs. No one knows what it is about them, but they command attention. They set the standards for Hirani’s whole figure.
Catching Hirani outside of her Miki Boska flight suit is a rare occasion, but it does happen. If she’s at home, she’s usually in a tank top, a pair of underwear, and nothing else. If she’s wandering around the fleet, Hirani can be found in a tan pair of pants, a mono-color tee-shirt, brown boots and a jacket to match. On the one-in-a-million chance she’s on a planet, the outfit is the same, except with a standard-issue SB-17 Heavy Blaster strapped to her hip.
TL;DR - Black and green tattoos, gold edging. Blue and orange UV colors. Lekku extends past her butt. Body is average, not oogle worthy unless oogling the whole body. Dem legs, dough. Doesn’t dress like a slut.
Personality:
There’s two different versions of Hirani. One when she’s off-duty, and one when she’s on-duty.
On-duty Hirani is very much all business. She takes her job seriously, almost to a fault. Everything has to be perfect, and she does whatever she can to maintain this goal. There’s no room for error. Hirani very much believes in the Boska people, and is unwaveringly loyal to them. Though, it is worth it to note that one, she's not very religious in any sort of way and two, she doesn’t fully understand as to why tattoos. Needles and Hirani get along as well as rancors and spike-y overhead doors.
Off-Duty Hirani is a whole different animal. Just look at her quarters aboard The Fleet, and you’ll understand. The place is usually a mess. A half-drunk beer or two usually lingers around. And when Hirani is home, she’s usually in a state of half-undressed.
None the less, both off-duty and on-duty Hirani share quite a few similar traits. Easy annoyance, and letting everyone know about it is one trait. Her hatred for Imperials, and refusal to deal with problems is another. And the young woman is also quite a proud person, which goes hand-in-hand with the over-confidence she exudes. The over-confidence gives birth to a sense of immortality, even if it’s subconscious, which leads the way for her flying style. Hirani isn’t reckless, but she’s a very daring pilot nonetheless, and considers herself one of the best that the Miki Boska have. And extremely bold claim, for a group that lives in Space.
Lastly, Hirani owns a vintage turntable. Music is something she fell in love with, thanks to her father. And in her opinion, if it isn’t on vinyl, it isn’t worth it.
TL;DR - Your typical 20-somethings ambitious young woman. Daring pilot. Hot-headed. Proud and over-confident. Probably cool to chill with, though. Would rather have booze and sex than deal with personal problems. Hates Imperials. Loves the Boska. Has Hipster Turntable.
History:
There’s not too terribly much to tell about Hirani’s history, so I’ll keep this short -
Hirani was born to Jov’vruum O’lars and Alema’O’ta twenty-one years ago, the couple’s first child when they were both eighteen years old. Although Hirani had her father’s Rutian skin color, she took almost immediately after her mother and her love of flying. Hirani’s crib mobile was starfighters. Her baby onesies were starfighters. Jov’ and Alema got Hirani to eat by telling her to “open the hangar, here comes the starfighter”.
Anyways, you get it. She was exposed to ships and flying at a young age.
Jov’vruum was gone a lot, being a Retriever, so Hirani was left a lot with Alema. And Alema wasted no time in training her daughter in fighter simulations, once she was old enough. It was mother-daughter bonding time, simply. And once Hirani learned how fly correctly in the simulations (landing, take-offs, etc etc), the girl started to get more daring. More wild. Seeing how close she could get to the ground without touching. Weaving through canyons and across larger starship hulls. Alema only encouraged this, wanting to see just how good of a pilot her daughter could be.
When Hirani reached twelve, Jov’vruum taught his daughter how to fight. Every Boska had to learn, after all, and Jov’vruum wanted to do it himself. Blasters were pretty easy for the girl, but melee combat wasn’t, as she instinctively relied on… Well, her instincts. Not set moves, or combinations, or counters. Just going for it. It served her well in the fighter simulations, but not in hand-to-hand fighting. But it was something to work on.
Hirani was hesitant to expand her tattoos. She found out quickly that she didn’t like needles. Sharp, stinging pains and soreness afterwards wasn’t a pleasant thing, and she couldn’t figure out why the Miki Boska liked their tattoos so much. But Hirani was smart enough to figure that one didn’t argue with a culture that had been set up for thousands of years before she was even thought of. So rather late for most Boska, at the age of fourteen, Hirani finally expanded her tattoos on her own initiative, keeping with her initial green markings.
Unfortunately, it was this same year that the disastrous Grancha Hasa on Abregado-Rae happened. Hirani was never sure just how things started. One moment, she was in the middle of getting frisky with some Boska guy she had never met before, and the next, her father was yanking her along, blasting away at stormtroopers who were firing back. But Hirani distinctly remembers Alema getting shot, and dying on the field right then and there. It was a life-changing moment for the teenager.
Hirani didn’t blame her father for not being able to save her mother. But she needed space and time to process everything. And space wasn’t something that Jov’vruum was giving her. The more that they tried to “talk about things”, the more frustrated Hirani grew with him. She started to rebel against him; sleeping around, and partying mainly. None of which Jov’vruum stopped. He thought he was letting her cope how she wanted to cope. Hirani wanted to give him something to talk about other than her dead mother.
Needless to say, after Abregado-Rae, th Boska Fleet needed pilots, and needed pilots badly. So though her training continued for a few years, with a few different pilots taking over where Alema left off, Hirani joined the starfighter pilots corps at seventeen, not eighteen. Given her daring, wild streak in flying, not many veterans were willing to take the girl under the wings, and give her the proper field training she needed.
Except one.
Vax’Oaknadaa came from a family full of pilots, and almost immediately offered to take the young Hirani under his wing. The pair flew a couple of old Z95 Headhunters, scouting a patrolling ahead of The Fleet in order to ensure a safe passage for the Boska. Hirani almost immediately fell in love with her job, She saw the importance in it, and after Abregado-Rae, she felt that keeping The Fleet safe was all that mattered.
Hirani and Vax didn’t see too much combat. Mostly chasing off pirates and the odd Hutt fighters. The first time that Hirani was engaged in the dogfight, she was eighteen, and it was against a group of stubborn pirates whose ships were as ugly as they were slow and weak. Hirani confirmed one fighter kill, and Vax let her take a second that they had worked together on. The young woman was very proud of those two markings by the side of her cockpit.
It wasn’t long after this dogfight, that Vax and Hirani ran across an Imperial scouting group. Hirani was more than trigger happy, wanting to blow the TIEs out of the sky for what the Imperials had done at Abregado-Rae, and it was only by Vax’s quick, calming words that Hirani stayed her blaster cannons.
As Hirani turned twenty-one, she was sent off on her Bola Cheesa, her quest or sort of pilgrimage, into adulthood. However, before Hirani left, she already knew that she was going to be coming back to The Boska Fleet. It was her home. And it was important. For some reason. Hirani found herself on Abregado-Rae, drawn to the planet because of what had happened there.
And it was in Abregado-Rae Spaceport, in a back-alley scrap yard, that Hirani found a gem. An intact, nearly pristine Z95 Headhunter. But it was heavily customized, as it had s-foils instead of wings. And Hirani could recognize the markings around the cockpit in an instant as Miki Boska markings. Stealing the starfighter without a second thought, Hirani took it back to The Fleet, completing her Bola Cheesa.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Hirani flys a Modified Miki Boska Z-95 Headhunter
