[hider=Vasani'Brinme Skirata][center][h1][color=ed1c24]Vasani'Brinme Skirata 'Brin' || The Shadow[/color][/h1]
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[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Full Name} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Vasani'Brinme Skirata[/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Age} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]20[/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Species} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Lethan Twi'lek[/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Gender} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

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[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Force Sensitive/Alignment} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Yes - Grey (Undecided)[/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] Role on Ship [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Stowaway[/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Appearance} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Brin is a rather beautiful Lethan Twi’lek, standing at 5’8” tall with a rather distinct look about herself. The dark tattoos standing out in contrast to her deep red skin and orange eyes, marks from her previous life as a slave. While having athletic and toned build, the girl has a body sure to attract attention. Something which Brin often dresses to accentuate, knowing that people tend to get sloppy when they’re distracted, making them easier targets. She often will add capes/half-capes and other symbols of status to her outfits, wanting to show those who in the upper class that she is on their level now. A statement, more or less, to show she is no longer somebody to be stepped on any more.[/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Equipment and Personal Belongings} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[*] Juro’s Lightsaber (Like Ventress')
[*] DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
[*] E-17d Sniper Rifle
[*] Modified PAC20 - To allow wirless hacking.
[*] Various Outfits (Public Clothes, and bodysuits meant more for sneaking around)
[*] Basic Datapad (Used as a journal)
[*] Simple Hygiene Tools[/list][/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Physical Abilities} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[*] Slicing (Hacking & Computers): Throughout much of her life before she was old enough to dance, Brin was used to help with maintenance around the Hutt’s palace due to her being small enough to crawl into hard to reach areas. From this, she has learned much about computers, how they work, and how to use them to her own advantage. She has since worked on improving these skills as it is something she found herself enjoying.
[*] Tinkering/Mechanics: Throughout much of her life before she was old enough to dance, Brin was used to help with maintenance around the Hutt’s palace due to her being small enough to crawl into hard to reach areas. From this, she has learned much about mechanics, and working with machines. She has since worked on improving these skills as it is something she found herself enjoying.
[*] Gunplay: Brin is adept at handling firearms. While she would not stand a chance in a shootout with a trained soldier, the girl is better than average with a blaster.
[*] Piloting: Brin fell in love with the ability to fly wherever she wanted to go after escaping, and has practiced whenever she got the chance (usually with stolen ships). As such she is able to outfly most freighter pilots, although trained military pilots or pilots with more years flying than her can outperform. 
[*] Seduction/Deception/Manipulation: Having been an entertainer before escaping, Brin knows how to use her body and mannerisms to seduce others. She also is used to lying to others, having to pretend she was infatuated with patrons she couldn’t have been more disgusted by. 
[*] Agility/Flexibility: Brin is extremely agile/flexible, due to her past as a dancer.[/list][/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Force Abilities} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[*] Force Sense: Brin is able to sense living creatures nearby by their impression in the force. However she is not very skilled in this skill, and those with any ability to even suppress their presence in the forest can hide from her.
[*] Force Telekinesis: Brin is capable of using telekinesis via the force, although this ability is extremely limited. Unless she is either completely overtaken by emotion, or able to focus with no distraction she is unable to perform this ability. She is also rather weak with this ability, able at most to make a human stumble with it.[/list][/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Limitations} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[*] Strength: Brin is not that physically strong, weaker than an average human male. As such she cannot lift objects that are very heavy, and in a close-quarters fight can’t do too much damage.
[*] Close Quarters Combat: Brin is not skilled in how to fight up close, both with her fists or melee weapons. As such, she will find herself at a disadvantage in any close quarters fight and likely try to flee the battle.
[*] Force Resistance: Brin is not very experienced in the force, and as such is unable to resist the effects of a force user acting upon her. 
[*] Anger Issues: Brin is very quick to anger and has a rather fiery temper, a trait that her mother told her was common in her family.
[*] Suppression: Brin is unable to suppress or conceal her presence in the force, identifying herself to those who can sense it as a rather unskilled force-sensitive.[/list][/indent]

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[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Personality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Brin is typically seen as a rather friendly and open individual towards others. The girl being not overly afraid to wear her emotions on her sleeve. Keeping an air about herself that seemed to paint the picture of a young girl with little to care about, she typically tries to engage those she can in conversation to build a bond. At times, she even comes across as being rather flirtatious as needed, as she does find a bit of a thrill in acting as such to see others bend to her wills. Brin also has a habit of being more than willing to help those that seem to be downtrodden, or stepped on by the harsh galaxy that they live in. Something that traces its way back to her heritage and where the girl started from. Whether it be in form of finding them food, money, or simply stepping in to protect those in need she has no problem stepping in and doing what must be done. 

What she does not show towards others, is that Brin is a rather manipulative individual. While her efforts to help those she deems need it are true, the carefree attitude is simply something she created to make others more at ease around her. When somebody is relaxed, they are easier to handle, afterall. She is not afraid of making the hard choices and getting her hands dirty in order to accomplish her goals, no matter the price. The twi’lek does have some limits, such as selling another into slavery, yet on the other hand would not blink twice to execute a child if it led to her either achieving her goals or put her one step closer on the path. She is particularly fond of finding the secrets others would keep hidden, believing knowledge to be power. Especially when that power can come in the form of blackmail, and the sweet results one can reap from that. 

To those she trusts, Brin is typically much like her persona she created to make those around her at ease. Only this time its genuine, as the girl will commonly be seen laughing and hanging around those she trusts. Although she is also more physical, in that with those she trusts Brin will often give hugs, bump shoulders, or other small signs of affection. She also will show that she has one side of her that simply wants to be loved, and is often watching romantic holotapes in her spare time. As well as reading romance novels when otherwise unoccupied. 

Contrary to all this, Brin does have a very strong darkside to herself. She finds herself taking pleasure in destroying everything that those she deems in need of punishment. A sick pleasure in the killing of those who would hurt those in a position she used to be. In finding the secrets one would prefer to keep to themselves, just to watch them squirm. Most prominent if her flash temper. A fuse that is rather short, and burns with the rage of an inferno once ignited. Often the girl finds it hard to calm down from this rage, with the dark side, both her own and that of the force whispering sweetly in her mind to fuel the flames of rage.

Brin also inexplicably has a taste for very large guns, explosives, and pretty much anything with destructive potential.[/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Place of Origin} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Mygeeto, Biothem’s Parlor: Brin was born into slavery, her mother being a dancer/entertainer in a Hutt Palace hidden deep under the ice on Mygeeto. In the last two years, Brin managed to obtain her freedom from the Palace, and left a pile of corpses behind.[/indent]

[color=ed1c24][b]|[u] {Background} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]The daughter of a slave dancer and some patron she would never meet again, Vasani’Brinme never had much of a shot at life. In a different life, the Lethan Twi’lek might’ve nothing more than an innocent girl at this age. Happy, and without a care in the world. However, this was not that kind of life. Instead she spent almost all of her life growing up without her mother, who had been sold off to a different hutt. Instead the girl had to learn how to help with maintenance around the palace on Mygeeto. Being small enough to crawl into these spaces, the workers pretty much forced the young girl to do so. Here she learned much about how to work with machines, both physical and in the code. It was hard work, but something the young girl found herself both adept at and rathering enjoying. In her small amount of free time, she thought back to the stories her mother had whispered to her before being sold. About her family, and how one of her ancestors, a part of some old empire, had been a powerful warrior. About how Brin, who had been named after a heroine in an old Twi’lek story, would surely rise up to be powerful and do great things like her ancestor. These stories would hold with the young girl, pushing her to get through each day despite her raging anger practically begging her to lash out and slaughter everybody who worked for Biothem. 

As she aged, and her body matured with her, Brin was eventually taken off the maintenance duties. Instead she was forced to learn to be a dancer, entertainer, and another thing she hates to recall. Her red skin, adorned with the black tattoos her mother had given her at a young age just like every woman in her line had possessed, made a rather exotic sight for the patrons of Biothem’s Parlor. So this was how the now-teen spent much of those years. Every day dancing for the entertainment of the scum of the galaxy. Pretending to be infatuated with them to get more money for the vile hutt master she served. Sitting on his dais during important meetings as a status symbol. Flirting with patrons, and worse. Everyday she hated her existence more and more. Wanted to escape and become that powerful warrior that her mother had told her she would always be. Yet the chance never presented itself, as the few times she tried to slink away she was quickly captured and brought back to the palace to remain at her duties. A humiliating display every single time she was brought back in, and then punished with lashings for her foolishness. 

Then one day, when the girl was just barely 18, her chance finally came. A man bought her for the night, as others had done before. However this one proved to be more foolish than the others had. When he first took off his jacket, the Twi’lek spied a heavy blaster hidden in the pocket on the inside. A hidden blaster wasn’t all that uncommon in this place, but few were dumb enough to leave it within reach of a slave. As she slipped out to fetch her patron another drink, she made a lunge for the blaster. Too late he seemed to notice what was happening, and wound up with a blaster bolt through his skull. Then hiding the pistol in her own waistband, the girl played the part of a terrified slave who had witnessed a man being murdered. Pinning the blame on another patron she had seen earlier, and was rather familiar with his background thanks to his drunken ramblings, she desperately clung to a hope that this was it. Sure enough, the hot-head started firing when blamed and a brawl erupted in the palace. Through the chaos, Brin started making her escape. Putting a few shots into some who tried to stop her, but the fighting seemed to intensify and only work to her benefit. Before she fled however, Brin stole away into Biothem’s audience chamber while his guards were busy fighting. She doesn’t remember much of what happened in that chamber, her rage blinding her at the time, but she clearly remembered the pistol having no more shots and the smoking corpse of a hutt where her tormentor had once been. A debt paid. 

Escaping into the frigid underground ice tunnels of Mygeeto, she sought to find refuge from that place. Where she could hide out until she figured her next step. However, she was very quickly lost in the icy tunnels that soon turned into an even greater hell than where she had once been living. Completely lost in the depths of these tunnels, and confident that her former owners would soon be on top of her any moment to avenge their employer, hope started to drain from the Twi’lek. She collapsed in the icy tunnels, confident that either the cold or massive ice worms would get her. Her consciousness faded, as the girl felt relieved that at least she was free of that hell before her final moments. However, it seemed that Galaxy had different plans for the Twi’lek. She woke many hours later in a warm bed, the sounds of a heater working over time that were common of the civilizations near or under the glaciers of Mygeeto. A simple man wearing robes that reminded her of the stories of religious monks sat nearby. Wary at first, she soon grew to trust the man as he identified himself as a jedi knight by the name of Juro. He started explaining to her about the jedi, the force, and all these things that apparently linked back to her. Brin wasn’t sure if she understood it all, but he had clearly saved her and given her a warm meal. So she could at least listen. 

However, her own past would soon ruin this moment of peace, as some of the guards who must have survived the fighting and tracked Brin down for revenge of their ruined paychecks attacked not long after the two started to move to leave the planet. In the chaotic fighting, Brin managed to claim a slain guard’s blaster pistol and Juro’s lightsaber after he had fallen trying to protect her. Fleeing through one of the cities of Mygeeto, the girl eventually ran into a man wearing full Mandalorian armor. This interaction proving to be quite fateful for the girl, and one she remembers rather clearly.

[hider=Mando Time!]The girl dashed into the alleyway, even as she could hear her pursuers bursting through the small crowd she had ducked past with reckless abandon. Checking over her shoulder to see if they were behind her, the girl never saw the man in front of her. Her forward momentum was suddenly stopped as an armored pair of hands planted firmly on her shoulders. Looking up, she recognized the type of armor towering over her. Mandalorians were rather commonplace bounty hunters around Biothem’s parlor. Although most of them had actually been kind towards the girl instead of treating her like an object. Still, they worked for Biothem, and she was certain this one did as well. Quickly backing away, she raised her blaster towards the man’s chest with a slight shake in her hands from fear of being captured after a taste of freedom. Only then did the man even seem to react to her presence. [color=#FFA500]”If you a point a weapon, you better be prepared to fire it, adiik.”[/color] Came an unwavering, deep voice from the helmet’s speakers. However, the girl was not about to be taken back to be punished, or killed. Squeezing the trigger of the blaster she heard the sound of the discharge echoing off the walls of the alley, and the scent of ozone burning in the air. At the same moment she could hear the demands of her would be captors from behind her. Telling the man to hand her over and be handsomely rewarded. The response was a simply, hearty laugh followed by an order of ‘down.’. As Brin ducked, a flurry of bolts soared over her head and into her pursuers. [color=#FFA500]”I think I like you, adiik. Not many would have the guts to pull that trigger. Though we’ll have to work on your aim, you shot the hell out of the wall instead of me.”[/color] The voice said as it offered a gauntleted hand to her, and Brin took it nervously. Unsure of where this would lead, but figuring somebody who had saved her was better than freezing to death.[/hider]

That fateful encounter leading Brin to leave Mygeeto with the Mandalorian, and traveled around the galaxy with him for the next year and a half. It was during this time she learned how to handle blasters more, and sharpened her piloting skills as well as her skills in blackmail and information gathering. This time very much shaped who she would be in the future, as the merc became a sort of father figure towards Brin. He taught her the skills she needed to survive this harsh galaxy, while also teaching her what it meant to be Mandalorian. At the end of their year and a half stint, the man was passing away from a disease he had contracted during one of their bounties. Yet on his deathbed, he willed Brin to remain strong, and went the extra mile of adopting her as his own. Leaving her newfound father’s grave, Brin wears a simple necklace that has his holo-tag on the end as a reminder of her father while she set out to make her own way in the galaxy. 

Giving herself the name ‘The Shadow’, Brin set out to gather information and blackmail on those in power that she could, or even striking against those she couldn’t. Using this, she sought to establish herself as a bounty hunter and use the credits from her contracts to fund her own endeavours. Afterall, everybody has their shadows and their shadows know all of their little secrets.
Her paths led her to Anchorage, in search of a way to use her skills to earn some credits, so she could afford to find her own place in the galaxy..[/indent][/hider]