Pyrrhus’terah Pyrrhus {PI-rus} Terah {TEE-ra} Pyrrhus’terah
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Presumed Twi’lek
Her captors call her by the alias of Vixen, making sure her true name and identity is lost to the rest of the world, and making sure it brings little hope to Pyrrhus'terah. Once a respected Jedi, Pyrrhus is presumed dead after her capture in war. Sold into bondage, she finds little hope of escape on the planet of Corratos.History: Pyrrhus can barely remember her family, let alone her home planet. She was, unknowingly at the time, taken prisoner as a young child and parted from any family connections. Most of her own history seems a blur to her, but by the young age of five she was granted freedom. Displaying an advent will to survive surpassing others, and the eye of a quick learner, Jedi took her under their wing in training.
So with that, Pyrrhus grew into adolescence under the Jedi order, proving her worth. Her thoughts turned little to the family she lost early in her years as a child, always looking ahead rather than behind. She need not be taught the dangers of attachment, for the Twi’lek the lesson had already been taught well in her earlier years of imprisonment. For Pyrrhus, she excelled in no particular Jedi gift, except that of a strong-spirited fighter. She was entrusted to undertake tasks along with her mentor in her later adolescence, and the young Twi'lek proved to cheat death more than once. During the ongoing wars however, she was lost to the Jedi and it was presumed death finally caught up with Pyrrhus’terah. Due to this as well, Pyrrhus has known little of anything gone on outside of the news she overhears from others. She never did complete her training as a Jedi, and for this lacks the capacity to fully realize her potential.
Weapons: A lightsaber with an almost golden amber color to it, with a curved hilt to give Pyrrhus more speed in combat, however the Twi’lek is already naturally quick in battle.
Friends: Sadly, she considers herself to have little friends, finding her need for attachment too overpowering at times. This is due to the fact she has grown up never knowing the true feelings of love toward even her own kind, and for this she prefers to stay alone. Pyrrhus works alright in groups as well, but it takes a bit to convince her to go along, even being one for any sort of adventure. She smiles little as well, outsiders often mistaking this for unhappiness, causing a slight unease around her. For those who know her well, this merely shows her pensive and often intellectual mood.
Family: It is unknown to Pyrrhus her original birth family, but cares little to know where she came from. It is presumed she is Twi’lek by birth due to her appearance, but some question it due to some outward traits not common with this race. Unaware to Pyrrhus, she does have two elder brothers.
Appearance: Pyrrhus has a rare coloring for her race. Her flesh tone is almost crimson red, with a vibrant orange hue to it. Upon first glance it seems that this female only has two head tails, but at a closer look one can note that she has four, even more of an uncommon feature amongst her own kind. Pyrrhus separates the four and binds them to illusion as two, as not to attract the odd look of others. Each head tail fades down into a dark, almost black colored amber and have black markings, almost tribal-looking down the inside of all. Normally prized for their gracefulness and beauty, on the surface Pyrrhus appears not to lack either. Once she begins to walk, it’s a bit of another story, however. This Twi’lek has very little luck, often getting stuck into one mess from another. Pyrrhus also has an assortment of piercings’ ranging from her ears to various other places. She stands rather short, not past five foot five, and has a slim, though not overly toned frame to her body. As for her weapon of choice, she has none – using what comes to mind at that particular moment in time, depending on the situation. She does own a lightsaber, as mentioned above. Since her imprisonment however, it was lost to her. Her colored features blend nicely with her attire, being completely black and lined in gold fabric. Her robes are black, and though she has a slot for her saber near the right side of her waist it is empty as of late.
Other: This Twi’lek is a refined fighter for one of her age, a great ability to survive when the odds pile against her. She has a way of getting in and out before anyone even becomes aware of her presence. Pyrrhus knows her training well, but never sticks to any form – using whatever works at that given moment to get her out of a sticky situation. She believes herself to be creative, and intellectual at her best, and at her worst she is often untrusting and pessimistic. This is a side that is rarely shown by the female Twi’lek openly, unless caught in a moment. Though life may pass by quickly for her, she still takes time to notice even the simplest beauty of things. Her eye is naturally observant, noting her surroundings with detail even when simply passing by. For this, she has a remarkable ability for memory. She’s known for pulling dangerous stunts, and putting herself in danger as well as others. She’s quick to learn the behaviors of strangers and analyze the outcome of each choice quickly on any given task, proving to be a value on missions.
Personality: Between the conditioning of the Twi’lek race, they are known to be submissive. It would appear so for Pyrrhus at first glance, but she will not openly show her intentions in front of others unless need be. Appearing docile, this Twi’lek has a highly passive aggressive nature, taking down opponents in complete silence, and cleanly. Her temper flares just as red as her features, though she keeps her own self in constant check. This trait was noted quickly when sold into constant imprisonment, no master willing to take her no more than a week. Horrid with luck at times, and often seeming to trip over her own feet half the time, Pyrrhus seems to turn on a different switch in her mind when she’s in combat. She’s a fast and effective fighter, wasting little time moving from one opponent to the next. Her mind thinks outside the box when it comes to solving problems – even if they might seem like completely ridiculous solutions. She’s a bit out there, but none the less entertaining to be around when she find company. Pyrrhus has a witty sense of humor, using riddles and sarcasm to their best. She prides herself in exploiting the attraction most have to the Twi’lek race, if she can gain from it in some form. This Twi’lek knows not how to hold her tongue, and it’s assured she will always tell the truth, no matter the harsh reality. Pyrrhus uses logic over all other form of reasoning to defeat others in verbal battle, usually tangling them in their own words rather easily. She seems to have a tough exterior, but down inside, sometimes deep down, she has a compassionate nature. Her heart is in the right place, though it may not seem like it at times Pyrrhus has a naturally selfless nature.
**{Let me know if I need to change anything, I probably do.}
* You know, I randomly saw Carratos in this galaxy map
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http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b1/Galaxymap1.jpg } and I was like 'Hm, wonder if I can make her captive there,' because it was close. Go figure I pick the best one! Dumb luck, seriously. I guess it has the most crime around. Haha, I can't believe how random that turned out.