Assallya — Roleplayer Guild

Golden anklets clinked and chimed, slipping about slender ankles of lilac hue as she danced. Dainty bare feet slipped between cups and bottles littering the bar with uncanny dexterity. She danced to the music of a holographic band, their silver blue, translucent images standing in the corner of the establishment. Her hips gyrated, tassels bounced and while she was both beautiful and talented, drawing the eyes of many but at the same time her and her performance was considered by many seasoned patrons to be nothing more than a piece of furniture. Still she danced on for her master would not countenance any shirking. As his slave she was allowed to rest only when he stated. Pressing her body against a plasteel pole she twined her lekku, the long tentacles affixed to the base of her skull, about the cool metal and gazed out over the patrons of the establishment. Most were soldiers and naval officers, most local folk having more sense than to enter this seedy establishment, and were playing sabacc or were exchanging stories from their various deployments. One or two she recognized as having paid for the privilege of her company. The vidscreen was reporting on the latest events in the war between the Sith and the Republic. It was getting close to their world. A fact that had her master worried. While he would likely survive and prosper no matter who ruled his world he didn't know what sort of taxes or changes the Sith might bring. The local authorities he at least knew and while business could always be better it was stable and prosperous. Then there was a small buzzing at the base of her skull, an electrical current that reminded her against remaining idle. A quick glance out of the corner of her eye caught sight of her master, the owner of the cantina, with his remote. Without any preamble she tore her eyes from the vidscreen and moved away from the pole, swaying to the music from the holographic band in the corner.

![enter image description here](https://41.media.tumblr.com/6e8e2d0ae33657f427efefab1737e6ab/tumblr_n8stjf5eeX1rlitzfo1_500.jpg "enter image title here") ##Oona Age: 21 Race: Twi'lek Profession: Slave, Dancer at the local cantina Equipment: A tazer implant that can cause pain, incapacitate or kill Oona with a button push on the cantina owner's remote control. Personality: Oona is quite willing to betray, rob or steal in order to get ahead. It is all she has known. She does, however, prefer to play the part of an innocent victim or a sultry seductress. Whatever she thinks will profit her more. Back Story: Oona grew up on the backwater world of Ryloth, a tidally locked planet that is almost inhospitable. One side of the planet is perpetually afire, the other is forever covered in ice. Only a thin strip of the planet is arable. Most Twi'lekki, as a result, live below the surface. Their only exports are Ryll, a narcotic substance and their own people served up as slaves. This is what became of Oona who was sold into slavery for the meager price of a single blaster. A blaster being a powerful weapon against the primitive stone-age weaponsof the under dwelling Twi'lekki. She spent some time aboard a slave ship, had an adventure in which she and several other slaves lured a monster hunting the slaves aboard the ship into an airlock before making it to market. Now eight years later she's still working at the same cantina, dancing for the pleasure of her master's patrons.

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