Anilara Kadav's Character Sheet

Anilara Kadav's Character Sheet

Identity [!ident]

Real Name: Anilara Starbane Kadav

A.K.A: Ani

Homeworld: Coruscant [previous Homeworld: Dantooine]

Species: Human

Physical Description [!dscrp]

Age: 33

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 155lbs [muscular]

Hair: A bright and fine silver, but crimson red at the tips. Length: her hair reaches the bottom of her rear when Ani is standing. [[ Now she tends to keep it in a pony tail, but it is still really lengthy unless she braids it. The kids sometime enjoy pulling on her braids when she holds them. ]]

Eyes: Deep indigo

Gender: Female

Skin deformities or Marks: she has a rather large black dragon tattoo that starts with two dragon heads on the tops of her hands and wraps around her arms leading all the way to her back where the tails meet - bringing the tattoo together. (The tattoo has no significant meaning other than for personal adornment.)

Equipment [!equip]

Clothing or Armor:

Casual Wear: Simple clothes; a pair of black leather boots with buckles across the middle, Soft black pants that hug her legs, DD bra, and a soft but flexible long sleeved black shirt.

Combat Wear: in tribute to her fallen past life, Anilara has purchased a rather stylish, but practical black leather jumpsuit. The lines indicating the seams of the jumpsuit are indigo in color, but the jumpsuit is not customized. Along with the jumpsuit Anilara wears a black duster that helps keep her concealed weapons concealed.

Weapon: Anilara keeps with her a set of throwing knives [approx. 5 in number. They are located in leather sheaths stored on her legs and arms; they are there for practicality, easy reach, and for the element of surprise.] And two blaster pistols [she has two hip holsters for these]. She also remembers to carry two thermal detonators with her at all times.

Common Inventory:

She carries a comm with her and around 300 credits. [[When she is at home, she carries extra items to accomodate her children like temperature adjusting pacifiers, sound dampening rattles, and several other emergency items like diapers.]]

Faction Information [!factn]

Non-Force User

Alignment: True Neutral

Current Faction Affiliation: Black Sun

Current Faction Rank: Operative [inactive]

History: [!hstry]

Known Skills:

Muscle Memory: Although she has only vague memories mentally of her previous life, Anilara carries with her a great deal of physical memory. Her body physically remembers every battle that Serena had been in previously and the entirety of Serena's mercenary training on Dantooine. It is as if Serena's physical being lives on without recollection of every iota of her past.

Bloodlust: She has a thing for blood. When she sees it, her adrenaline rises and she is more aggressive.

Background:

The history of Anilara extends only as far as a broken down cloning lab on Coruscant. The history of her past life is of only a paltry matter to Anilara, but she respects Serena as is shown by her aesthetic tribute. Other than that though, little is known about the Black Sun operative except that she is now involved with the only person on Coruscant, or in the entire Universe that she gives a hoot about.

Addendum to Background:

After a failed attempt at destroying Cloud City, Anilara went back to her kids on Coruscant. She had left them with a probationary sitter that she thought was a little sketchy, but Smash assured her she was reasonable for the money they paid. Whatever...

A couple of years passed with Anilara at home enjoying some domestic trials like new mothers do, but right around her son's and daughter's fourth birthday, they were taken. One day after Anilara went out to get something from the local store, she returned to an emtpy apartment. The lock was sliced, things were tossed around everywhere and the children were gone.

She looked around for any evidence or proof of what might have happened, but nothing could be derived from the mess that filled the apartment. It was chaotic and had no particular pattern.

Where normal civilized people would get hysterical and start to cry Anilara - the mercenary - felt her muscles begin to tense one after the other. The muscles that she had been toning at the gym but hadn't used in combat for four years were tensing and the vein in the middle of her forehead began to pulse furiously. "When I find who did this, they will be pulp on the floor..."

With that she quickly donned her civilian clothes, packed her duffle bag, loaded up her weapons and started out the door. She called Sol on his line to make sure he knew, but he had been so busy lately that she wasn't sure if he got the message or not.