[b][color=gold]Name:[/color][/b] Sira Hayan
[b][color=gold]Species:[/color][/b] Zeltron
[b][color=gold]Sex:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=gold]Profession:[/color][/b] Rebel Spy | Smuggler (cover)
[b][color=gold]Reason for being present in the Bitter End:[/color][/b] Sira is a frequent sight in the Bitter End, contacting her peers in Rebel Intelligence and running supplies for her comrades from the criminal hub. As of late, she’s been looking for Callidus in the hope that he can be persuaded to share secrets stolen from the Empire.

[b][color=gold]Looks:[/color][/b] A Zeltron woman of modest height with a warm disposition, Sira smiles easily and is quick to laugh. Her long violet hair usually hangs straight and loose, framing soft features; her face lacks the deep creases of weathered spacefarers, making her age rather difficult to determine at first glance. Though she cuts an unimposing figure in the den of iniquity that is the Bitter End, she walks confidently, with a sway in her step. 

Rarely seen disheveled or dirty, she prefers to dress rather flamboyantly for a smuggler. Sira’s brightly-colored jackets, short-heeled boots, and tailored clothes nod to her people’s fondness for the finer things in life while stopping short of ostentatiousness. She carries her blaster and knife discreetly and rarely wears anything under which she could not conceal a weapon. 

While Sira presents a colorful face to the world, she can change her demeanor as easily as she changes clothes. She has entered the Bitter End under various names in the past, as a grimy fixer, a struggling merchant, and a mute dancer in a Hutt’s retinue. 


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[b][color=gold]Personality Description:[/color][/b]
On the surface, Sira is sunny and confident. She eagerly provides an ear to listen to just about anyone looking to share their story over a few drinks. Her empathy makes her a social chameleon, easily mirroring the dispositions of those around her. While her wit can be dry and cynical - not unusual among criminals - she doesn’t use it as a shield. Even commiseration is an opportunity to connect with others and break down the walls between people. Despite her apparent confidence, she is slow to object when other people underestimate her. After all, she is all too accustomed to - and even expects - the assumption that she is too airheaded, impulsive, or decadent to be a threat.

Beneath her calm façade, Sira is shaken by the struggles of the Rebellion: poor, beholden to criminals, beset on all sides. Her empathy magnifies her comrades’ depression; she copes with hopelessness by indulging in simple pleasures like clothes and expensive drinks. Though she used to do as she pleased without questioning herself too thoroughly, she has found herself troubled by the moral quagmire of her occupation as of late. As a result, she has turned to Jomu Sathwe for spiritual advice. She isn’t quite sure that she believes everything that he talks about, but she wants to believe in something. 

[b][color=gold]Character bio:[/color][/b]
Born Mana Vystra, Sira would only come to change her name much later in life. Growing up on Zeltros, her parents were entertainers who earned their keep catering to wealthy off-world tourists, Sira longed to escape the world of dancing and pouring drinks. When she learned that politicians and aides would loosen their lips after enough drinks served with a wink and a smile, she made a small business selling secrets. After raising enough money to escape her homeworld and taking a one-way flight to Huttspace, where she used her charm to worm her way through the ranks. Gathering and selling intelligence for various employers came easily to her when she adopted the unassuming guise of a servant or a performer. Back then, her loyalty only belonged to the highest bidder. Over a few years, she was able to earn a decent amount of credits, and with a little wise investment and lucky gambling, she managed to live a lavish lifestyle, attending luxurious parties and schmoozing with criminals from around the Galaxy.

Her charmed life ended when two of her former employers met and discovered that the same Zeltron had worked for them both, selling the secrets of each to the other. Both crime lords cornered her, and Sira feared that she would have lived the rest of her life in chains had a Rebel admiral not paid them off and taken her off their hands. Impressed with her record, he had decided that her skills could serve the Rebellion and offered her a deal: she could keep her freedom as long as she signed up with Rebel Alliance Intelligence. She agreed.

Though she was reluctant at first, the idealistic sentiment of the Rebel Alliance grew on her over time. The Rebellion promised a freer, fairer world in which people like her would not have to resort to crime in order to escape a life of entertaining petty bureaucrats and voracious drug lords. She took the alias “Sira Hayan” and stepped into her new life as if Mana Vystra had never existed. Sira has now been smuggling for years in the shadier corners of the galaxy, but she keeps a low profile, rarely lingering anywhere long enough to make much of a name for herself. The Bitter End, her favorite haunt, is the sole exception. There she's known for her amiable professionalism and for buying drinks for drifters and strangers with stories to tell, including the mendicant Jomu Sathwe, whom she considers to be her drinking buddy.