Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 2, 2016 21:48:27 GMT -5
Name: Vadriya Koriski
Species: Hategiri
Faction: Civilian
Rank: Finder of Antiquities
Age: 46
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 63.6 kg
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Appearance: Vadriya can invariably be found in some form of surprisingly practical robe, always in a dark red, a black, or some mixture of the two. Said robes also tend to be dusty, and occasionally a little threadbare. All right, more than occasionally. Truth be told she's usually rather tousled looking, never bothers with cosmetics, and her token nods to appearance are ensuring her hair is clean and pulled back nearly constantly. She actually wears the robes because they're comfortable and she can usually just stay in her pajamas under them. The fact they also exude authority on all matters of past civilization is a pure side effect.
Doctor Koriski, as she's fond of reminding others, is a very angular woman. She has sharp cheekbones, a jaw you could peel a potato with, and a nose almost like a beak, yet the strangest thing is that none of these features render her unattractive. The squinty look of sheer disapproval she directs at those who have said something she disapproves of, on the other hand, does. She has a few facial tattoos (a common Hategiri custom), and a number of piercings. Mostly, she has a withering red-eyed gaze that people don't tend to be able to out-stare.
Upon first glance Vadriya seems stern, rather regal, and formal. This is really only true if she doesn't like you, or on first meetings. Her posture doesn't promptly change, but she knows how to play up any intimidation factor, and the result is that she's remarkably non-threatening and non-scary if you do know her. Then she mostly becomes an absent-minded academic wandering around in slippers and drinking from a mug with some sort of message on it.
Personality: Vadriya is a strange mixture of competence and incompetence, as is often found in very intelligent people. Quite frequently she'd have trouble figuring out how to drive, or how to book tickets, or how to cook an egg. When she does simple tasks they tend to either be unsuccessful, severely prolonged, or incredibly messy. She has to rely on others for these things, yet she does have her elements of competence as well. If it happened in the past, she can either tell you about it, or make eerily accurate guesses. When confronted with starmaps, Vadriya can point to any planet in a few seconds of thinking, which is ironic since she gets lost in shopping malls. Despite this she can also navigate the layouts of any number of ancient temples or building styles, as well as identifying architectural influences.
Vadriya is only ever at home in three possible locations. The first is a richly-furnished office with old-world rugs and wood furniture and dusty books, the second is an archaeological site. The third would be any museum, which can occupy endless hours of time. Doubly so if you find someone for her to talk to, or talk at.
It's actually amusing to see Vadriya walk into a class or try to function outside academia. It's like watching a dog wearing pants or a cat with tape on its paws, she's simply bad at it, and it's hilariously awkward to see. The only times she's really able to succeed in it is when she banks on superior knowledge of history or architecture, or whatever subject she's discussing, because rest assured Vadriya will maintain she knows more than you. Unless, of course, the field is something she has no knowledge of or interest in, at which point one should expect questions like "Oh and how do you do that?" or "It must be so interesting to do that thing with the other thing," or even "This is how they make those things is it? Hmmm."
History: Vadriya Koriski was born in 49 BBY in a small village called Old Bend, lovingly nestled between mountain peak and a very long drop down to an icy fjord. The areas outside the village were mostly trees, punctuated with the occasional cottage and small farm. Inside the town, which was small enough to pass through 'quaint' and become 'bloody tiny,' there wasn't much beyond a tavern. Vadriya's parents were the proprietors of said tavern, who also had numerous mead recipes, many suitably toxic. Vadriya had the usual upbringing, she and her three siblings (two brothers and a sister) were divvied up. One brother and the sister learned with others in the village, Vadriya and her remaining brother stayed to learn all about the tavern business. One thing impressed on Vadriya as she grew older was that people who traveled (usually for no good reason) had interesting stories and books. They were interesting, and before very long she was the most voracious reader in the village, and then the county, and then the region.
It was through relentless badgering and devising a new melomel recipe for her parents that secured her a position at a boarding school. The Excelsior Academy for Girls, which was widely accepted as a good institution. That meant in no uncertain terms a school that you went into in order to come out of it with friends and a smile and nod from prospective employers that says 'oh my, how very nice.' Vadriya promptly adopted the exact attitude of the assertive young firebrand she was, namely 'I didn't come here to make friends,' followed by a rude gesture and general bitchiness to anyone distracting her from a book or homework. She discovered Slingball one day when her form of shoving someone into a locker for dog-earring her book won attention. She wound up playing the sport all through her university education. It also cultivated skills like running and beating the shit out of people in sportsmanlike fashion.
Vadriya advanced, to the prestigious (and very drafty) city of Gol-Kardizc, lovingly situated in a valley between mountains, constantly plagued with cold rain. She didn't particularly notice as the library didn't leak, and the slingball court was inside. She was largely glued there for the four years of her initial study. She left, age 23, armed with excellent references and in 26 BBY she applied to a gaggle of institutions for a secondary degree, all of them offworld. She missed the deadline for Sluissi University, but she entered the University of Byblos, studying archaeology in a literal ivory tower. Well, literal tower. Ivory was more colorful imagery, it was a lovely durasteel structure with pretty white detailing of something.
Her specialty there was Comparative Civilizations (Pre-Ruusan Reformation), but she eagerly embraced any number of other focus points, and indeed she couldn't be pried away from her books. This was doubly true now, as Vadriya didn't care for the food in the tower. It was all bland and there wasn't even a little arsenic in it. Besides, honey-based alcohol was rare on the planet and she couldn't develop a taste for beer. The most she did was religiously and excessively drink tea and coffee, the varieties laden with as many spices as possible to give some flavor. She also began service as a teacher's assistant, worked on her own projects, and somehow found time for sleep now and then. It was worth it in her second year there, because a research professor took her out on a dig to Dantooine for six months, digging up old Jedi relics from the Sith War, dining on Iriaz, and ignoring the looming tensions in the galaxy.
By the time Vadriya Koriski graduated and began her search for a Doctoral program she liked, the Separatist Crisis was bubbling up a little more, but she paid precious little attention to Republic politics. It was odd and counter-intuitive, with far too few assassinations.
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Species: Hategiri
Faction: Civilian
Rank: Finder of Antiquities
Age: 46
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 63.6 kg
Image:
Appearance: Vadriya can invariably be found in some form of surprisingly practical robe, always in a dark red, a black, or some mixture of the two. Said robes also tend to be dusty, and occasionally a little threadbare. All right, more than occasionally. Truth be told she's usually rather tousled looking, never bothers with cosmetics, and her token nods to appearance are ensuring her hair is clean and pulled back nearly constantly. She actually wears the robes because they're comfortable and she can usually just stay in her pajamas under them. The fact they also exude authority on all matters of past civilization is a pure side effect.
Doctor Koriski, as she's fond of reminding others, is a very angular woman. She has sharp cheekbones, a jaw you could peel a potato with, and a nose almost like a beak, yet the strangest thing is that none of these features render her unattractive. The squinty look of sheer disapproval she directs at those who have said something she disapproves of, on the other hand, does. She has a few facial tattoos (a common Hategiri custom), and a number of piercings. Mostly, she has a withering red-eyed gaze that people don't tend to be able to out-stare.
Upon first glance Vadriya seems stern, rather regal, and formal. This is really only true if she doesn't like you, or on first meetings. Her posture doesn't promptly change, but she knows how to play up any intimidation factor, and the result is that she's remarkably non-threatening and non-scary if you do know her. Then she mostly becomes an absent-minded academic wandering around in slippers and drinking from a mug with some sort of message on it.
Personality: Vadriya is a strange mixture of competence and incompetence, as is often found in very intelligent people. Quite frequently she'd have trouble figuring out how to drive, or how to book tickets, or how to cook an egg. When she does simple tasks they tend to either be unsuccessful, severely prolonged, or incredibly messy. She has to rely on others for these things, yet she does have her elements of competence as well. If it happened in the past, she can either tell you about it, or make eerily accurate guesses. When confronted with starmaps, Vadriya can point to any planet in a few seconds of thinking, which is ironic since she gets lost in shopping malls. Despite this she can also navigate the layouts of any number of ancient temples or building styles, as well as identifying architectural influences.
Vadriya is only ever at home in three possible locations. The first is a richly-furnished office with old-world rugs and wood furniture and dusty books, the second is an archaeological site. The third would be any museum, which can occupy endless hours of time. Doubly so if you find someone for her to talk to, or talk at.
It's actually amusing to see Vadriya walk into a class or try to function outside academia. It's like watching a dog wearing pants or a cat with tape on its paws, she's simply bad at it, and it's hilariously awkward to see. The only times she's really able to succeed in it is when she banks on superior knowledge of history or architecture, or whatever subject she's discussing, because rest assured Vadriya will maintain she knows more than you. Unless, of course, the field is something she has no knowledge of or interest in, at which point one should expect questions like "Oh and how do you do that?" or "It must be so interesting to do that thing with the other thing," or even "This is how they make those things is it? Hmmm."
History: Vadriya Koriski was born in 49 BBY in a small village called Old Bend, lovingly nestled between mountain peak and a very long drop down to an icy fjord. The areas outside the village were mostly trees, punctuated with the occasional cottage and small farm. Inside the town, which was small enough to pass through 'quaint' and become 'bloody tiny,' there wasn't much beyond a tavern. Vadriya's parents were the proprietors of said tavern, who also had numerous mead recipes, many suitably toxic. Vadriya had the usual upbringing, she and her three siblings (two brothers and a sister) were divvied up. One brother and the sister learned with others in the village, Vadriya and her remaining brother stayed to learn all about the tavern business. One thing impressed on Vadriya as she grew older was that people who traveled (usually for no good reason) had interesting stories and books. They were interesting, and before very long she was the most voracious reader in the village, and then the county, and then the region.
It was through relentless badgering and devising a new melomel recipe for her parents that secured her a position at a boarding school. The Excelsior Academy for Girls, which was widely accepted as a good institution. That meant in no uncertain terms a school that you went into in order to come out of it with friends and a smile and nod from prospective employers that says 'oh my, how very nice.' Vadriya promptly adopted the exact attitude of the assertive young firebrand she was, namely 'I didn't come here to make friends,' followed by a rude gesture and general bitchiness to anyone distracting her from a book or homework. She discovered Slingball one day when her form of shoving someone into a locker for dog-earring her book won attention. She wound up playing the sport all through her university education. It also cultivated skills like running and beating the shit out of people in sportsmanlike fashion.
Vadriya advanced, to the prestigious (and very drafty) city of Gol-Kardizc, lovingly situated in a valley between mountains, constantly plagued with cold rain. She didn't particularly notice as the library didn't leak, and the slingball court was inside. She was largely glued there for the four years of her initial study. She left, age 23, armed with excellent references and in 26 BBY she applied to a gaggle of institutions for a secondary degree, all of them offworld. She missed the deadline for Sluissi University, but she entered the University of Byblos, studying archaeology in a literal ivory tower. Well, literal tower. Ivory was more colorful imagery, it was a lovely durasteel structure with pretty white detailing of something.
Her specialty there was Comparative Civilizations (Pre-Ruusan Reformation), but she eagerly embraced any number of other focus points, and indeed she couldn't be pried away from her books. This was doubly true now, as Vadriya didn't care for the food in the tower. It was all bland and there wasn't even a little arsenic in it. Besides, honey-based alcohol was rare on the planet and she couldn't develop a taste for beer. The most she did was religiously and excessively drink tea and coffee, the varieties laden with as many spices as possible to give some flavor. She also began service as a teacher's assistant, worked on her own projects, and somehow found time for sleep now and then. It was worth it in her second year there, because a research professor took her out on a dig to Dantooine for six months, digging up old Jedi relics from the Sith War, dining on Iriaz, and ignoring the looming tensions in the galaxy.
By the time Vadriya Koriski graduated and began her search for a Doctoral program she liked, the Separatist Crisis was bubbling up a little more, but she paid precious little attention to Republic politics. It was odd and counter-intuitive, with far too few assassinations.
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