Would love to join your little gang. 

[hider=The Junkie][center][h2][color=85929E]DOBRA TEAMIN[/color][/h2]
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[i] "Spices are love, Spices are life" [/i][/center]

[h3][u][color=85929E][b]G[/b] E N E R A L [b]D[/b] A T A[/color][/u][/h3]
[color=ABB2B9][b]N[/b] A M E[/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent]Dobra Teamin[/indent][/color]
[color=ABB2B9][b]A[/b] G E [/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent]31[/indent][/color]
[color=ABB2B9][b]G[/b] E N D E R[/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent]Female[/indent][/color]
[color=ABB2B9][b]S[/b] P E C I E S[/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent]Cathar/Human hybrid[/indent][/color]
[color=ABB2B9][b]A[/b] P P E A R A N C E[/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent] Tall and skinny feline humanoid of mixed origin. Her ginger fur is greasy with sickly matte shade. At the top of her balding head is a bunch of thinning and ugly looking braids that are far from their former beauty. Hard to believe there was a former beauty in this creature. Glassy and relatively huge eyes and chipped teeth tells about her poor conditions. She could have been attractive with her androgynous features, but now all you can see is a broken woman resembling Grim Reaper. [/indent][/color]
[h3][u][color=85929E][b]T[/b] E C H N I C A L [b]D[/b] A T A[/color][/u][/h3]
[color=ABB2B9][b]P[/b] E R S O N A L I T Y[/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent] Moody with pain in the ass junkie character. She´s very talkative drama queen with almost non-existent selfesteem hidden behind her sharp and toxic tongue and fake sassy courage.[/indent][/color]
[color=ABB2B9][b]S[/b] K I L L S[/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent] Do you even think a space junkie as herself has any special set of skills? Well...surprisingly she has knack for a shady business, smuggling (there´s plenty of body cavities to do so, right?) and drug dealing.
 Despite her poor health her body preserves it´s gymnastic flexibility, and here shabby appearance helps her to easily blend in among other lost refugees souls She is a good improviser; you don´t need to be a good shot when you can easily throw your blaster at someone right? And even a toddler can slash with its vibroblade. So why to invest your energy into a training that is not needed? 
Her most valued skills are street survival and spice lacing. Her blends of ryll are very popular and relatively cheap.[/indent][/color]
[color=ABB2B9][b]E[/b] Q U I P M E N T[/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent]Tons of small baggies and vials of her psychotropic goody goods
Small vibroblade
Old datapad and comlink
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[color=ABB2B9][b]H[/b] I S T O R Y[/color]
[color=D5D8DC][indent] Be born to an exotic dancer and low class prostitute on Nar Haaska surely leaves one scarred for life. Especially when alcohol and drugs are involved. But at least she wasn´t sold into slavery, you may whisper. But why? Why they rejected her when her only wish was to become Hutt property, their jewel, their little baby. Hard to tell why, but she is obsessed with her vision to be valued part of Hutt Cartel…no… to be part of Hutt clan, Hutt family. She looks up into them, those slimy beautiful and intelligent creatures. Their power and wit taking her by godlike storm, controlling every single step she has taken in her life. She wanted to dance, but showed no particular talent. She tried enforcing, but was always too weak to actually make a living using a brute force. So she ended up on street, slowly making a name for herself, building one-woman drug operation to be proud of. Competition was too strong though but with a small help of her mama, she ended up in from of her idol. She didn´t care he was small Hutt nobody of no importance, lacking intelligence and credit funds and perhaps disowned by his own clan. She found her beloved benefactor nevertheless. With a promise of good earnings and enhancing their position among prominent clans they decided to mine a current situation from maximum and moved their little business to Nar Shaddaa. It would be a sin not to exploit a vulnerability of people fleeing their fates, right?[/indent][/color][/hider]