Cythera Anora

Identity

Real Name: Cythera Anora

A.K.A: Cythe (pronounced like Scythe, or Sith, whichever is preferable)

Homeworld: Mandalore

Species: Human

Physical Description

Age: 32

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 180lbs

Hair: Carrot Red

Eyes: Emerald Green

Sex: Female

Equipment

Clothing or Armor:

= Her street clothes consist of: baggy black cargo pants that are torn at the sides, cloth wrapped feet coupled with flexible black boots and an unflattering flak jacket with a white wifebeater underneath. She wears her hair up whenever she gets the chance. The whole ensemble was designed to mask her beauty and it does an okay job when she has grease or dirt on her face from fighting or smithing. But whatever she does to hide her beauty, doesn't really succeed in the end.

= The Anvil's Fury: A tribute from her late husband and a play on words, attesting to both their crafting professions, her vigilance, and her beauty.

The armor was set in the style of the Mandalorian shock trooper. It had strong blackened beskar plates that covered all vital areas, but with the expected areas exposed for freedom of movement. There was a blast mesh beneath the plates that covered all of her body and could assist in the dispersal of blaster fire energy. But it didn't stop all fire, and if repeatedly tested, it would falter. The mesh underneath was relatively snug and could vacuum seal for the explicit purpose of space combat. However, the armor wasn't suited for prolonged space warfare and as such had extreme limits when it came to some things, which is why it did not come equipped with mag boots. Instead, the armor is equipped with a grappling hook that is retractable.

She wasn't given a jet pack mainly due to her own objection, but she does have a booster pack, just in case. It is designed for short bursts and she uses it to increase her own momentum (slightly higher jumping and bursting into a combat move, or a sprint. Things like that)

And finally, her buy'ce (helmet) has several atmospheric filters in case of respiratory trouble; several vision options (such as starlight and thermal), and an internal comm that links her to whatever channel she wishes. (That she has access to).

Weapon (s):

Her main weapons are her hands and feet. Ever since she was little, Cythera trained day and night to prove herself in hand to hand combat. She worked her butt off until she couldn't feel her muscles anymore; anything to get men to stop judging her.

She does have a pair of pistols that she made herself though that she does use at times. There is nothing really special about them. They are a decent set of DE-10 blasters that are made for her; and, in a sense, only for her.

Common Inventory:

= She has a medallion given to her from her late husband, Heph. It was crafted from beskar and is in the shape and color of a horse; in fact, it is in the shape and color of an Appaloosa to be specific.

= She has a substandard datapad.

= She has Weaponsmith tools (that she doesn't carry with her all the time and they spend most of their time in her ship).

= She has a few hundred credits (that she also doesn't carry around with her all the time).

Faction Information

Non-Force User

Alignment: True Neutral

Current Faction Affiliation: The Fallen

Current Faction Rank: N/A

History:

Known Skills:

Weapon smithy (Asset): She knows a lot about weapons. Her specialty is in small guns, both long range, and short range, but she does dabble in other maintenance and creation fields within the melee and heavy weapon families.

Vigilant Combatant (Asset): No matter how hard she gets hit she just never stays down (Unless of course, the hit is severe or fatal. This is mainly to say she has a really strong will).

Recognizable (Complication): Her face, even with minimal scarring is very recognizable. Her beauty, although considerable, is a target over her head. She is easily picked out of a crowd when she isn't wearing her armor. She can't really sneak; not well anyway.

Ruthless (Complication): Due to losing her family, Cythera has forgiven all ties to morality. Her consideration for life has decreased significantly.

Background:

Born to one of the lesser known Mandalorian clans didn't really guarantee the little girl Cythera's popularity, but Cythera never had a problem drawing a crowd. She was fawned over like a jewel and everyone seemed to take it easy on her even in combat training. So she was forced to work hard on the side and push herself past the points of hardship that people wouldn't let her pass. There were innate teachings that told Mandalorians to teach their children to fight, but her parents saw what an apparent "miracle" her beauty was and didn't want her to overdo it. She didn't even really know how well they followed Mandalorian traditions especially when one of her parents wasn't even truly Mandalorian, but they had a skewed perception of how she needed to be raised. She was weaned on stories of gladiators but told to reign it in. It was contradictory and scrambling, to say the least. All she wanted to do was to prove them wrong. Her entire life became a trial against the judgment and it wasn't until her twentieth day of birth that she would find a man that treated her like the person she knew she was. It wouldn't be long before she married that man and then went off into the adventures of young adulthood with him, but it wasn't meant to last. She lost him and hasn't ever really learned to cope with it because he was really the only man who ever learned to understand her the way she wanted to be understood.

After the Revolution: When the Mandalorians under Fett were sent to destroy the Kyr'tsad, Cythera was fighting for her life. She watched the others of her clan fall in battle; Apollo, Juno, Nethun, and the rest. In agony and sorrow, Cythera fled the smoldering corpses of her attackers. She flew a shuttle to Nar Shadaa - because Venus was seized and taken to Concord Dawn - and hid for a time in the depths of the corrupted world. Eventually, she found a kindred spirit and some temporary shelter, but she needed to get out of her rut. She needed to find her ship and then find somewhere to go from there. Wallowing in her grief would do her no good. They fought valiantly and deserved to be remembered as they were. She had no qualms about violence now. The Mandalorians staked their claim. She was on her own. And she would watch civilization burn for every life that was lost.

Ship Registration

Name: Venus

Class: Light freighter

Model: YZ-900

Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation

Length: 54.5 meters

Armaments: Double Laser Cannon Turrets (2), Double Laser Canons (2), Concussion Missile launchers (2).

Armor: third rate (needs to be improved. It has repairs done to the hull, but it is not pristine and new).

Anti-Personnel Defenses: N/A

Appearance: It is a bit old. It is a dated ship that Cythera found and fixed up with the help of Heph.

Modifications: It has a large black Mythosaur decal on its hull, but aside from that, nothing.

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/YZ-900_freighter