Family:
Father: Va’al Creeda, last seen aboard the Cularin Grey.
Mother: Sool Creeda, last seen aboard the Cularin Grey.
Clan-sister: Shrina Mok, crew of the Anooba Rush
The whereabouts of both the mother and father are unconfirmed.
Ship: Anooba Rush
Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation
Product Line: YT Series
Model: YT-1930 Transport (modified)
Class: Light freighter
Length: 35 meters
Height/depth: 18 meters
Maximum speed (atmosphere): 950 km/h
Hyperdrive rating: Class 2.0 / Backup Class 12
Armament: Laser cannon turret (2)
Crew: 1-3
Minimum Crew: 1
Passengers: 6
Cargo capacity: 200 metric tons
Consumables: 4 months
Other systems: Escape pods (2), Full nav computer, Second turret can be linked to the first and requires only one gunner in the case of a crew shortage- accuracy decreases, but firepower multiplies
Appearance:
Kin is of average height for her species, built into a compact, lithe specimen. Her skin is paler purple and devoid of any notable colorations save for the crest of her lekku, where faint white freckles form a gradient pattern down to their tips. Pale lavender eyes lay set between a slight, straight-bridged nose, sticking out starkly against the unusual skin shade. Her keen face is framed by a black hide ear wrap and head strap, with a purple ear cone poking through on both sides. Mesh runs from beneath the tip of the headband and back into the rear of the wrap. This leaves the crests of her lekku bare for a few inches until they partially disappear beneath mesh tubing, bound to the head-tails by four rings of the same dark hide. She wears a mustard-gold flight vest with soft fabric lining the sleeves and midriff with a mesh undershirt and cut-out shoulders. The mesh sleeves disappear beneath black leather flight gloves, nearly completing the pilot ensemble. She has a thin, black bandolier sporting two slight pockets draped across her front. She rarely carries anything other than energy cells in them, since the bandolier’s main purpose is to support the rifle she keeps slung across her back, just in case the particular firefight takes a turn for the worst. A silver-buckled black leather belt hangs on her hips, holstered on her left and secured with a thigh strap; the only adornment to her otherwise plain, skin-tight black pants. A pair of knee-high black boots finishes off the ensemble for a slightly out of place militant flair.
Personality:
Unlike most females of her species, she’s never excelled at grace; physical or social. She’s very aware of her outcast status and acts as such with little motivation to prove herself as anything higher than a low-life. Her manner and language are quite out of character for a Twi’lek, as she comes across as one of the more hardened scum you’d find skulking among the seediest rabble at Mos Eisley. When working a deal, however, she can lay on charm so slick and seamless that you’ll find the rug ripped right out from under you long after she’s gone. But the working Kin differs greatly from the girl still clinging to the last of her family. Her clan-sister Shrina brings out some of her truest sentiments, as she harbors a grudging duty for the girl. Kin accepts the partnership as a symbiotic one with both halves offering vital expertise that would compromise the life of the other if lost. While she sees herself as the oldest and therefore, the responsible party, she knows well enough that Shrina’s physical prowess has saved her skin enough times to humble her into silence. While she reminds herself that her own skills have mutually served the other Twi’lek, Kin remains at odds with her partner. This internal conflict remains entirely unspoken, but it affects Kin’s actions regardless. On the surface, she treats Shrina with a cool authority and a bizarre kind of respect that she seems only able to verbalize through foul language.
At one point, Kin found motivation in her father’s legacy and struggled to reclaim his lost honor by proving herself as a pilot where he failed. Though her skills have shone through, the so-called search for honor fizzled away as she found herself sinking deeper into the underworld. Now, the duty to her family has since dwindled, but endures. She considers herself a success as a pilot and each victorious run she quietly attributes to her father. However, she’s lost what truly drove her to the stars in the first place, setting doubt deep within her as she continues to scour the galaxy for greater challenges and larger payoffs. Now, her methods in the… transportation industry have come across as uncouth by many of her own… colleagues, seeing as how she never seems to be able to stand on her own during the most dire situations. Time after time, however, she manages to scrape away with credits and loot to show for it. Whether it be dumb luck or a kind of subtle genius, none can really tell. Perhaps it’s a mix of both.
History:
Va’al and Sool were rutian children of the Creeda head-clan on Ryloth, hailing from a prominent clan city. As tradition followed, Va’al’s father passed on and doomed the remaining head-clan to face their fate on the Bright Side as they were thrust into exile. Va’al and Sool remained too young to take seats among the other leaders, so their generation was passed over, merely postponing the inevitable. Va’al occupied himself with off-world agents, discovering his own innate skills as a pilot. He became something of an alien marvel, earning attention from even Imperial forces during the height of Empire’s power. He fostered a dream of leaving the unforgiving world and applying to the fiercest of Imperial training academies, Carida. His own people scoffed at the idea, knowing all too well of the Empire’s xenophobic tendencies. No Twi’lek had ever achieved a rank within the Imperial navy. It simply wasn’t done. Still, Va’al remained driven by his dreams and continued to apply. Years of silence failed to discourage him, when finally a notice of acceptance came with a small detachment of pilots on a patrol to Ryloth. He was escorted then to the training facility, only to discover the farce he had become. He survived two weeks of constant ridicule and physical abuse until he was forcibly removed from the training program and was discharged back to Ryloth, humiliated. Upon his arrival, he received his share of reproaches and taunts, but he reunited with childhood friend Sool and married her shortly after.
Time passed and the head-clan faded, leaving Va’al to take a seat among the new order. His wife gave birth to Kin a few years later as Imperial influence continued to spread throughout the galaxy. Meanwhile, the clan city faced a small influx of outsiders, Twi’leks whose own city had been overtaken by the Shath clan and reduced their numbers to mere teens. The Creeda head-clan debated for days as to the fate of the outsiders seeking refuge. Va’al saw little threat in the incoming Mok, as their numbers were comprised mostly of women and orphaned children. The few men were in no condition to challenge the head-clan and offered only peace in exchange for acceptance. The head-clan came to a consensus and offered the outsiders the clan name. Some accepted the new identity graciously while others clung to their names, struggling to keep their memory alive.
The orphans were divided up among the remaining Moks and the Creedas willing to raise them as their own. Va’al Creeda took one orphan into his family as a sign of the head-clan’s goodwill and allowed the child to keep her name, sympathizing with their effort to preserve the memory of their people. Thus, Shrina Mok became sister and charge of Kin Creeda. The two were virtually inseparable for years and Kin found herself unsure of what to do with this new shadow. Her people began to call the two after their own lekku, as they were a set rather than individual. Kin became the left, “Tchun”, while Shrina was dubbed the right, or “Tchin”. However, Kin had much of her father’s blood and knew of the stories muttered throughout the streets of Va’al’s shame. She vowed to redeem his image by harnessing the same skill, but would fly under no colors. She would prove that the Empire had forsaken a valuable asset and would exist as a constant reminder of their mistake. However, the destruction of the first Death Star changed everything. Sentiments towards the Empire soured as troop occupations continued. Clan cities found themselves choked with troops as patrols flew in on a regular basis, seeking any and all rebel connections with a desperate ferocity that left many eager to flee the planet for free space. Va’al considered having the children taken off-world, but disaster struck before he could ensure the survival of his family. One of his head-clan was killed in a firefight on the very streets of the clan city by a disgruntled squad of the 501st, leaving the group incomplete. Ancient tradition called for exile and termination of the survivors, but Va’al refused to accept the old ways. He had since found sympathy with the rebellion, seeing truth in a new order that he believed should span to the very corners of the galaxy, not just the core planets. In his eyes, Ryloth was due for the very same revolution. However, he could not fight the ancient legacy of his own world and was forced to flee the planet with his family. They found safe passage aboard the civilian transport ship Cularin Grey, where Sool and Va’al were quickly able to find work onboard the ferry. Va’al occupied himself with repairs and the occasional shift in the cockpit, but the work was painfully mundane. Sool found herself making a decent wage as an entertainer in the galley and became rather popular among the passengers making the voyage from Tatooine to Bothawui. The transport made occasional stops at other planets and the crew was allowed layovers on the various locales. Their children were had been exposed to basic, but their time aboard with mainly human passengers allowed them to master the unfamiliar tongue with no hint of an accent. They remained culturally tainted, though, as Twi’lek were never meant to speak without the assistance of lekku. Kin embraced the new language, considering it the crowning glory of their exile, the finishing touch for a cast-off Twi’lek.
Kin found their life painfully boring, but used the time to establish connections and gather gossip. When she was sixteen, she bid a brief farewell to her family and sister and jumped ship at Rodia. After few weeks of scavenging, she made her first big break. She cornered Dilik Conroy at port, knowing him well enough by reputation as the Zabrak captain of the Anooba Rush and a dam good smuggler. Only the lowest of means would get her off the planet and into space, so she turned the smuggler’s passion against him. Ever the gambler, Conroy fell into her trap and wagered a spot in his crew on a game of dejarik. To this day, she knows not whether it was skill or luck that earned her victory, but it forever altered her path. For years, she followed at the captain’s heels, learning quickly and establishing a niche for herself among the small band of fringers. In no time at all, she found herself piloting the freighter with a grace and skill that rivaled her fathers. She saw the galaxy with Conroy and considered him to be her savior of sorts, though it was her own will that earned her a place on his ship. Still, it was by his example that she came to understand just how to survive in the universe. But Conroy would meet an untimely end when the rest of his crew sold him out for a bounty on Ando. Kin witnessed the assassination of her mentor in broad daylight and marked the moment in her memory forever. She then set off on her first solo head-hunt, where she tracked down the remaining three members of the crew and killed them all, but failed to glean any information as to the identity of the contracted killer. With Conroy dead and no surviving crew left to take control, Kin assumed the role of captain and commandeered the Anooba Rush. Her first voyage took her to Iridonia, where she buried the Zabrak in his home soil and swore to keep his ship flying as long as she had breath in her lungs.
With all current ties severed, Kin set off to begin her own career, but found herself overwhelmed by her own short-handedness and the reputation she’d promised to uphold. She tended to keep to the outer rim, transferring small loads of cargo. Rishi became her port of choice, taking long layovers on the tropical planet while quietly scouring the planet for additional crew. One fateful stop at a local market brought her face to face with Shrina Mok and the two wordlessly united to form the current crew of the Anooba Rush. The success of their first job sent ripples of gossip through the underworld, whispering of an impossible escape and humiliating fire-fight that left a large crew of Devaronians floating in the vacuum. It began as a docking request and escalated into a hi-jacking. The twi’lek girls had virtually no munitions save the mounted turret and were vastly outnumbered. But a select set of choices turned the tables completely as the Devaronians suddenly found themselves trapped on a frigate without life support and leaking oxygen. They abandoned the twi’leks to their own dying ship while they retreated to their own. Shortly after boarding, their own ship announced that it could no longer support life and the crew fled to their escape pods. Kin and Shrina looked on, detonating the YG-4210 remotely while the hostiles looked on in horror. After a wave good-bye, the two entered hyperspace and let fate deal with the floaters. Some say it was just one of those flukes. Others debate that it took serious skill to trick the hi-jackers off their conquest. Most believe bizarre luck won the Twi’leks the massive weapons cache the Devaronians were so hesitant to part with. Now the two have carved out a rather infamous name for themselves, renowned for their uncouth methods and high success rate. Shrina serves as the muscle of the operation while Kin handles the ship and contacts and they’ve learned recently that transporting ryll without self-control is a very, very bad idea. As of now, they refuse to smuggle it. It’s for their own good. They promise.
(Refer to Shrina Mok's profile for anything else you might be looking for... it's there. I promise.) _________________
I fed the voorpak after midnight D:
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Up to you my dear, you can check out the Discussion thread and see if anything tickles your fancy. We have a global RP going on in the Independent Games if your character would be interested. If you don't see anything you like you can always suggest a storyline, I know I'd be more than happy to plot something with you. _________________
Sweet. I know we were thinking about hitting up the Independent Olympics, but we're still not sure if it's entirely in-character for us. If we think up a seperate arc, we'll throw it in the discussion board and see how many we can get involved. You're more than welcome. ^^ If you're involved in the Olympics, though, you're pretty much set in time there, yes?
I know what you mean, it's not my girl's bag either but she was evilly coerced by the big bad. And yes she is pretty much set in that time and place. However that won't stop us using the Free Forum, which has no timeline. If you have no joy with the separate arc idea let me know, we could probably rustle up something set 6 months in the past, for example. _________________
I like my options. We'll probably give the shindig a go and see what happens. Worst case scenario: we bust out of there before we commit to anything and find greener pastures. No worries.
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