[center][url=https://64.media.tumblr.com/3bbd2346ca6cbd8148edacf692c878dd/26e3b33e9ca92d41-6e/s2048x3072/9d6d49b04f02444bc2f010d2a740500cc40e7032.jpg]Faceclaim[/url] [b][color=00aeef]Name:[/color][/b] Hannah 'Bel' Deccol [b][color=00aeef]Species:[/color][/b] Human [b][color=00aeef]Sex:[/color][/b] Female [b][color=00aeef]Profession:[/color][/b] Smuggler[/center] [b][color=fff200]Reason for being present in the Bitter End:[/color][/b] Word 'round the galaxy is that a fellow named Callidus has a hefty bounty on his head. She's not after him, though, Bounty Hunters are sure to come by the dozen and she tries not to get in their way, usually. The Bitter End is the beautifully shady establishment where she finds most of her clients and work, and Bel wasn't so daft as to cause trouble there. At least, not the kind of trouble that would get her the boot, permanently. Besides, it's the artifact and not the man himself that's got her interest. You bet your plumpy behind that Bel's gonna take that job with a self-assured smirk firmly planted on her face. [b][color=fff200]Physical Description:[/color][/b] Tall and built like an Ox, Bel gets her nickname for the friendly smile no one's ever managed to wipe off her face. Even on your knees, staring down the barrel of her blaster, that dimpled grin is the last thing you'll see. [b][color=fff200]Personality Description:[/color][/b] Known to be the friendliest merc in the galaxy, Bel is known for her aloof personality. You could say she's amassed a reputation for being a clutz and unknowingly finding herself at the wrong place at the wrong time. All the time. But, her tactical know-how and ability to devise a plan on the go are what has kept her alive all these years. Trust doesn't come easy, in this line of work, the only person she trusts is her sister. You'll rarely see her working with other smugglers, mercs, or bounty hunters, and she hates having to rely on others to get the job done. However, her clients know that her word is gold and she'll never break a promise. If she takes a job, promising that she's going to get you those hundred imperial riffles, you'll get your one hundred imperial riffles. It doesn't matter that she might have to fly and land her rundown ship in an asteroid field, or blast her way through mercs and bounty hunters—she'll get the job good and done, that you can be sure of. She doesn't appreciate dishonesty, and if she was a fool to believe such lies then she'll be the first to congratulate whoever for playing her so well, while pointing the barrel of her gun at their forehead, of course. Maybe she'd throw a wink in there too. Her ability to stay cool and calm in most situations is highly regarded as her best quality amongst the shady folks she hangs around, and yet her inability to remain serious even in the most dire of situations can definitely grind some gears. Most specifically, her sister's very rusty and worn gears. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/5b/c6/885bc6e09c96c4db0c49076fddff0669.jpg]Clothes[/url] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/28/d1/bc/28d1bc6584fb6016e7595a8c10af6994.jpg]Blaster[/url] [b][color=fff200]Character bio:[/color][/b] Creds don't choose sides, and neither does Bel. The more strict the Galactic Empire gets, the better for smuggling. If someone's willing to pay a small fortune for something as trivial as spices, Bel will happily oblige and deliver it straight to your door if you ask nicely. The more restrictions there are, the more creds she receives. Bel was adopted by a household compromised of a gentle mother and one rowdy older sister, Samantha. Bel became a smuggler, while her sister joined the Imperial Military. An unlikely duo to be sure, but family comes first, and together they've managed to become the most reputable military-grade weapon and armaments smugglers on their side of the galaxy. Fooling the Empire and profiting from their strict regiment in one swift move. Who ever said blood was thicker than water? Well, they were very wrong. [b][color=fff200]Short IC scene: Family Ties[/color] [/b] Bel's found herself in restraints, arms tied in front of her and her precious blaster taken by the imperial soldier currently leading her through the vast hangar bustling with activity. A group of troopers march to her left and enter a large ship. A ship she knows damn well is holding enough goodies to get her the best luxury pad on Coruscant. She scoffs. Plans change. "The restraints are a little tight, [i]Captain[/i]." Bel complains to her captor as the barrel of a rifle is pushed into her back to edge her along. It's far from a gentle maneuver. "Would you rather make the trip in a carbonite coffin?" The soldier replies drily and Bel promptly rolls her eyes at the passive-aggressive comment she knows was coming. "I'm telling mom." This comment whispered between clenched teeth and is followed by a heavy boot hitting Bel's shin. "Ow." Bel's sister is a bit of a method actor when it comes to role-playing in such situations. "Prisoner?" Samantha's superior questions as they both come to a stop in front of him. He doesn't look up at either of them, preoccupied with something on the datapad he's scrolling through. "Commander," Sam's using her formal voice, Bel notices. "This low life smuggler somehow managed to sneak in here." The statement punctuated by another rough push. Bel scoffs again. [i]Yeah, real great method acting. You ass. [/i] He nods. "Bring her to the holding cell. We'll send someone to interrogate her." He most likely makes a note to strengthen the security, especially around the large weapon shipment. Plans change. "Right away, sir." They both sigh in relief as they walk past him and exit the hangar. "That was [i]way[/i] too close," Sam breathes out the moment they enter the cramped cell that holds an odd smell Bel can't quite distinguish. "You didn't have to put 'em on so tight you know," Bel grumbles as she rubs the reddened wrists now free of the restraints. Sam merely offers a shrug in response, nonchalant. "It adds to the realism." Bel's blue eyes narrow when they catch the subtle quirk of her sister's lips. "Sure."