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No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

@Xenonia It would make sense for Vixai to have fixed up Plasters but I don't think she'd bring him along for missions much. She's more of a work alone on her own kinda gal.

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

Appearance: She is a tall, attractive woman standing 5'10, her body toned and in shape from years of intense physical activity. Her most striking feature is her violet eyes which stand out greatly from her light red skin coloration. Like others of her species she possesses a row of shorter dark horns, almost in a crown pattern along the top of her forehead. Her face is also tattooed, the tattoos holding great meaning to her.

Name: Vixai

Age: 23

Planet of Birth: Coruscant

Species: Zabrak

Skills/Abilities:
- Hand to hand combat: Vixai is quite skilled in fight with her hands, though she prefers not to fight at all when given the option. Nevertheless she is able to take down an opponent with an array of moves such as grapples, kicks and sweeps.
- Espionage: She is first and foremost a spy, not a soldier, a sneaky spy. Vixai considers herself on of the best in the galaxy and she is not entirely wrong with this line of thought. She is extremely skilled at usage of disguises and crossing enemy lines, her true identity hidden completely.
- Charismatic: She is skilled with her words and is quite often able to coerce others into revealing important information.
- Hacking: Vixai is very skilled with computers and is able to hack them through experience and careful learning.
- Observationist: Vixai has very keen senses and is able to collect information very easily. Her observation skills are top notch. When need be she can blend into a crowd.
- Multilingualism: Vixai is fluent in Galactic Standard, Huttese and Twi'leki.

Equipment:
- KYD-21 blaster pistol
- Vibroknife
- Padded full body jumpsuit
- Computer spikes
- Fibercord grappling hook with a wrist mounted launcher


Personality:
Vixai is extremely quiet and observant, one that rarely starts conversations in casual settings. On missions she is more open depending on the mission, but naturally she is very quiet. Patient to a dot Vixai does not rush anything, taking things at her own pace. She is a very careful person that always thinks of the possible consequences of her actions before she takes them.

She is self reliant and does not trust others with much ease, even in her childhood she did not have many friends, she is used to working on her own and prefers it. It is odd of her to actually have joined the Rebel Cell on Coruscant but it was a partership of positivity to her, partly due to it forming right in her back yard. Truthfully she does not care for the Rebellion but rather wants to see the Empire pushed back.

History:
Born in the seedy underlevels of Coruscant as the only child of two lower class parents, Vixai spent much of her younger years on the streets so she can be considered an expert on life in the undercity. From the start she was watchful of everyone around her, having grown up practically next to murderers, thugs, extortionists and all kinds of criminal filth. She only trusted herself and it served her well as many of her friends from her childhood died far too young in the brutal undercity.

She got her start as a spy in her teenage years. Her expertise was gathering and then trading of information which routinely earned her a constant and livable amount of credits. Vixai briefly entertained moving somewhere nicer, where she wasn't as likely to get shot in the back, but squashed those thoughts as she realized her gift as a spy would be best used in the seedy underworld.

Some time later after she ended up entwined with the Rebellion, while not particularly caring for their plight as a whole she was interested in booting the Empire out of her home.

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

Speak of the devil, I'm making a female spy right now.

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

I'll have a CS up tommorow!

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

Is there room for one more? Would love to get in on this, a great Star Wars RP always kicks ass.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

"I think she has the right idea, a bullet to the brain, maybe a little too merciful but it is clean." Roman stated, as he watched the thug cower underneath his intense interrogation. The man gulped as he tried to think of answers, it seemed like he knew next to nothing judging by that his manhood and life were being severely threatened yet he hadn't muttered a word about who had hired him and his buddies to (try) take out Roman and the other mercenaries. There was also the matter of none of them actually knowing the identity of the one that hired them. Both of those questions were answered at the same time.

"I-I don't kn-now who hired me and others, the g-guy who paid us to do it didn't reveal shit. Just gave us a pre payment and the promise of a full payment that would make us all rich beyond our dreams. I'd never seen so many credits dangled in front of m-me," The thug spurted out in between wheezes of pain. He was shaking in fear at his current situation, which made Roman shake his head, an actual merc would've handled himself way better. "We k-knew you were all tough as shit, yet that money would've made us filthy rich. You can-n't turn that down."

"No name? Did they give you name?" Roman said, leveling his gun at the hostage.

"No, I didn't. Too much of a risk." A new voice said from behind the group which caused Roman to spin around, weapon still raised.

No one was actually there, well no body, there was a shimmering blue hologram of someone, couldn't tell who because they were cloaked in a full body suit, a mask over their face. It wasn't armor or a suit of Quarian design, more like a long jacket, the mask a plain black, a single line across the top of it. The voice was gender-less, like the bodysuit.

"Who the hell are you?" Roman said, his weapon still raised towards the new arrival to the party.

"Your employer."

Fatal Souls

Also still here, just been a little preoccupied with work.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

@Geardirector
Can you add more to your IC post? I don't like one liners, they're against the rules. Number 2.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Roman had stayed silent as he waited for the others to gather around him and the hostage. He watched as the other human, Ashei began interrogation of the captured enemy, the poor sap cowering in fear and pain as she went as his wounded, a rare smirk coming across Roman's face as he watched the act happen. It was something straight out of his own playbook, he was going to do the same thing but there was plenty of man left to torture i the fool did not talk, but he did.

"I'm not saying anything, argh, if I said a single word about them then they'd take my head off." The man said, still thinking that he was going to get out of this alive, that the mercs his friends and he decided to attack would show mercy.

"Tell me, Salarian, what exactly does my reputation say of me?" Roman asked, raising one eyebrow at Jek as the veteran mercenary then drew his sidearm and loudly checked it for bullets, in clear view of the hostage.

"Does it say that I always get the job done? That I always tie up loose ends?" He asked before lowering himself down to kneeled position besides the captured enemy, the pistol visible in his dominant hand as he lowered it downwards, resting the barrel right on the man's crotch. "You know at this range that your shields wouldn't even help you a tiny bit? Point blank the bullet would tear into you, splattering away any hope you had of using this, or even having offspring."

"Now, answer the lady's question." Roman stated, glaring right into the wounded man's eyes. His ice cold stare backed by years of hard mercenary work making the look even more intimidating.

"You wouldn't."

"Wrong choice of words," Roman said, then shifted his aim towards the man's inner right thigh and squeezed the trigger once, the bullet slamming into the enemy, spraying blood as it tore through his shields and armor at extreme close range. "Another slip up with your words and I won't be so kind."

"Fine. They're called the Blackened Stars, they're a newer gang than the others, but much more ruthless and crazy. God knows what they're gonna do to me now." The man weakly said.

"Well, that one is answered. Quite the stupid name for a gang though. Anyone else have any questions for this welp?" Roman asked the group, not wanting to hog up all of the torture time.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

The battle continued as each side raged on, the mysterious black armored mercenary side which had launched the attack was losing men at a quick pace. No motive was given, the attack just launched out of random it seemed. It did not matter to Roman as he sat behind cover, occasionally popping up to fire off his shotgun at the enemy. None of them were stupid enough to try to charge straight at the veteran mercenary, he was free to wreck havoc on them.

"Coming over." Roman gruffly said into the comm link once he heard Ashei request assistance. The mercenary responded by breaking from cover, using his Biotic Charge to slam into a group of three grunts, bouncing two away and knocking another to the ground. He followed up the Charge with a heavy swing with the butt of his shotgun, smacking the surprised thug right in the face, spraying blood from his mouth.

"These guys aren't total idiots tactic wise, but they aren't actually skilled either." Roman said as he hoped over the bar, diving in next to Ashei. Then oddly enough the group of assailants began a retreat, the lot of them sprinting out of the Dive and down an alleyway once they realized that they had severely underestimated their targets. The two non armored enemies following right after, though one of them took a shotgun blast to the leg from Roman causing the human to fall down in a bout of intense pain as blood seeped out from the wound.

"What the hell was that attack about? They all ran." Roman said through the link as he hoped back over the bar, glancing around the now tossed around Dive. Bullet holes punctured the walls, broken and beaten tables turn over on the floor, even a light fixture had fallen from the ceiling.

"At least I got one of them, maybe we can coax him into giving us some information." Roman added as he walked over towards the damaged man, almost in tears from the intense pain. The mercenary grabbed him by the back and dragged him back into the Dive, shoving him into the middle of the place.