Post by anjellarrushi on May 20, 2010 5:06:51 GMT
Name: Anjella Rrushi
Race: Corellian
Age: 29
Faction: Loner
Occupation: Smuggler, mercenary, bounty hunter, scavenger, former exotic dancer
Weapons: Blaster pistol, and sniper rifle
Weapon Proficiencies: Crack shot sniper, not bad with pistol either, minor experience in demolitions, extremely skilled mechanic
Equipment: Remote detonators, small range signal jammers, hand grenades, binders
, droid collars
Ship: "Dusty Crow" - An outdated small Corellian escort ship. Looks like a piece of junk, but looks can be deceiving. Much like Anjella herself, her pathetic weak looking little ship was full of surprises. With her years of mechanical skills she had gutted the entire thing and upgraded every last bit of it. The exterior looked exactly like the antique it was, but the interior and everything under the paneling was anything but outdated.
History: An orphan on the streets of Corellia. SHe never knew her mother and father. The closest thing to a family she ever knew was an old mechanic who took her in when she was ten and taught her everything there is to know about space crafts. Before that, she just clung to whoever would help her. Living in communities of homeless living in the catacombs beneath the city streets. These communities resorted to crime as a means of survival, and Anjella learned how to be resourceful and sneaky. When she was seven she began learning the art of demolition from an old Rodian war veteran. She'd put her old criminal ways behind her when the old mechanic took her in, behind her, but not forgotten. When she turned 17 the old mechanic who she had grown to love as a father died, murdered by a gang of thugs. She tracked the gang down to their headquarters, and two evenings later the place blew up in a tragic accident. Not one of the gang's members survived. Official reports say the explosian was caused by a gas leak. This was Anjella's official reintroduction into the life of crime and dishonestly. From then on she has worked as a mercenary, a bounty hunter, a smuggler, a scavenger, and even an exotic dancer for a short period.
RP Example: "Here you go. Take it, it is more than you deserve."
"What it is?" Anjella asked, her dark brown eyes blazing with irritation.
"It is your retirement bonus. You're through here."
"My retirement bonus? You're letting me go? Why?" she glared angrily at the man who had been her boss for the last two and a half years.
"Look, you're great. The patrons love you. You're gorgeous. But you keep coming in her lookin' like that... well... I just can't use you."
"Looking like what? You mean the black eye?"
"Yeah, I mean the black eye. It isn't attractive. Lately you've been coming in with all sorts of marks. Seems this new guy you're seein' is quite the catch... eh... look, that is your business, not mine! If you like the type of guy who likes to use you as a punchin' bag, what's that to me, eh? But I don't want my dancers up there lookin' like bruised fruit, okay? So I'm lettin' ya go. Nothin' personal kid. Find some self esteemed, ditch the pugilist, let ya bruises fake, come back an see me, ya might have a job. See ya 'round."
Anjella stared at the man as he turned and walked away. Her beautiful brown eyes smoldering with rage. "I wouldn't be covered in these bruises if you payed me more!" she muttered under her breath. The truth was there was no new guy, there were no guys at all. Her black eye was acquired while chasing down a bounty the night before. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. Losing this job wasn't that big of a deal. She hated her sleazy boss, she hated the oogling patrons, she hated objectifying herself like that evening after evening. This just meant she'd have to stop being such a pansy. Stop taking the light jobs and start accepting the more challenging ones. She'd been taking the mercenary business slow, taking the easiest jobs she could find. But now the gloves had to come off! It wasn't a part time job anymore. This was how she was going to earn her living from here on out. She was no longer Anjella Rrushi, the exotic dancer. Now she was Anjella Rrushi, mercenary for hire. And Anjella wasn't content to be just another hired gun drifting through space. No, she intended to become the best damn gun for hire drifting through space the galaxy had to offer!
Race: Corellian
Age: 29
Faction: Loner
Occupation: Smuggler, mercenary, bounty hunter, scavenger, former exotic dancer
Weapons: Blaster pistol, and sniper rifle
Weapon Proficiencies: Crack shot sniper, not bad with pistol either, minor experience in demolitions, extremely skilled mechanic
Equipment: Remote detonators, small range signal jammers, hand grenades, binders
, droid collarsShip: "Dusty Crow" - An outdated small Corellian escort ship. Looks like a piece of junk, but looks can be deceiving. Much like Anjella herself, her pathetic weak looking little ship was full of surprises. With her years of mechanical skills she had gutted the entire thing and upgraded every last bit of it. The exterior looked exactly like the antique it was, but the interior and everything under the paneling was anything but outdated.
History: An orphan on the streets of Corellia. SHe never knew her mother and father. The closest thing to a family she ever knew was an old mechanic who took her in when she was ten and taught her everything there is to know about space crafts. Before that, she just clung to whoever would help her. Living in communities of homeless living in the catacombs beneath the city streets. These communities resorted to crime as a means of survival, and Anjella learned how to be resourceful and sneaky. When she was seven she began learning the art of demolition from an old Rodian war veteran. She'd put her old criminal ways behind her when the old mechanic took her in, behind her, but not forgotten. When she turned 17 the old mechanic who she had grown to love as a father died, murdered by a gang of thugs. She tracked the gang down to their headquarters, and two evenings later the place blew up in a tragic accident. Not one of the gang's members survived. Official reports say the explosian was caused by a gas leak. This was Anjella's official reintroduction into the life of crime and dishonestly. From then on she has worked as a mercenary, a bounty hunter, a smuggler, a scavenger, and even an exotic dancer for a short period.
RP Example: "Here you go. Take it, it is more than you deserve."
"What it is?" Anjella asked, her dark brown eyes blazing with irritation.
"It is your retirement bonus. You're through here."
"My retirement bonus? You're letting me go? Why?" she glared angrily at the man who had been her boss for the last two and a half years.
"Look, you're great. The patrons love you. You're gorgeous. But you keep coming in her lookin' like that... well... I just can't use you."
"Looking like what? You mean the black eye?"
"Yeah, I mean the black eye. It isn't attractive. Lately you've been coming in with all sorts of marks. Seems this new guy you're seein' is quite the catch... eh... look, that is your business, not mine! If you like the type of guy who likes to use you as a punchin' bag, what's that to me, eh? But I don't want my dancers up there lookin' like bruised fruit, okay? So I'm lettin' ya go. Nothin' personal kid. Find some self esteemed, ditch the pugilist, let ya bruises fake, come back an see me, ya might have a job. See ya 'round."
Anjella stared at the man as he turned and walked away. Her beautiful brown eyes smoldering with rage. "I wouldn't be covered in these bruises if you payed me more!" she muttered under her breath. The truth was there was no new guy, there were no guys at all. Her black eye was acquired while chasing down a bounty the night before. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. Losing this job wasn't that big of a deal. She hated her sleazy boss, she hated the oogling patrons, she hated objectifying herself like that evening after evening. This just meant she'd have to stop being such a pansy. Stop taking the light jobs and start accepting the more challenging ones. She'd been taking the mercenary business slow, taking the easiest jobs she could find. But now the gloves had to come off! It wasn't a part time job anymore. This was how she was going to earn her living from here on out. She was no longer Anjella Rrushi, the exotic dancer. Now she was Anjella Rrushi, mercenary for hire. And Anjella wasn't content to be just another hired gun drifting through space. No, she intended to become the best damn gun for hire drifting through space the galaxy had to offer!
. If you still think I need to get rid of one or the other I will. 
Like I said, I am pretty new to this type of roll playing. I didn't even know there were such things as role playing teams. 
If I end up really getting into it and decide I want to join a team, maybe you could help me find a good one. 
Maybe I am not such a natural at being a nerd after all 
Well, I guess those are always better to have than an ex you never knew. ;D