Maeve's Character Sheet

[Maeve]

 

Identity

 

'Real' Name: Maeve

A.K.A: M , << Fighter Pseudonym: TBA >>

Homeworld: Nubia (Kind of)

Species: Mix (Zabrak/Pantoran)(60% Z/40% P)

 

Physical Description

 

Age: 21

Height: 69 in (5'9") / 1.75 m

Weight: 167lbs

Hair: Her hair, cut into a longer and shaggier pixie cut, accenting the slightly off-white colored crown of small horns she has on her head, is stark white.

Eyes: Maeve has deep purple eyes with a bright yellow ring around the iris.

(Central heterochromia: when the eyes show various colors, such as a blue iris with a golden-brown ring around the pupil.)

Skin: Her skin is principally black with patches of blue.

(Generalized vitiligo: the most common pattern, wide and randomly distributed areas of depigmentation. (Father was black skinned Zabrak, and mother was a Pantoran - Her skin started black when she was a child but has started to lose pigment and shift to blue in patches across her body))

Sex: Female

 

Equipment

 

Clothing or Armor: Her everyday outfit consists of a torn gray tank top with a worn dark gray cloth vest, severely loved denim trousers or heavy duty cargo pants, tattered bantha-hide leather boots, and a pair of fingerless black leather gloves.

Weapon: Fists… and maybe a shiv.

Common Inventory: She carries maybe 100 credits at any given time, her shiv, heavy bandages for her hands, one broken pair of sunglasses, a defunct comm device, and a small pouch of hairpins.

 

Faction Information

 

Force Sensitive

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Current Faction Affiliation: N/A

Current Faction Rank: N/A

 

History

 

Force Side: N/A

Trained by: N/A

Trained who: N/A

Known Skills:

1. Minor lockpicking proficiency; manual locks only. [Not skilled with slicing technical locks]
   
2. Adept at bare-knuckle boxing.

 

Background:

 

For those who wish to read her background, it is in the spoiler. Other people, feel free to read and figure it out as time goes on.

 

 

Born illegitimately as a result of a flight of fancy, Maeve was dropped on the doorstep of several homes. So much so, that she was frequently re-registered in the Galactic Alliance foster program. Her interim on the borrowed children three-ring circus of registration and people swapping started on Pantoran and led across the galaxy until she wound up saddled with an out-of-luck family on the edge of Nubia’s poverty line--before the Imperial Remnant seized control of the planet. Maeve was fifteen when she was settled with the last unfortunate family to bear her responsibility and was honestly ambivalent about the entire affair. She couldn't blame the 'parents.' They were humble poachers, or rustic farmers, or people unused to--or, in some cases, 'too' used to--raising rugrats. The families were the best the Galactic Alliance could afford at any one time. They had billions of children in their system and Maeve was just a small mark on very obscure paperwork. And the parents were voluntarily registered through vague 'mandatory' systems hidden in the confines of their marriage contracts. The Nubians she ended up with, in particular, sold stolen goods and food they salvaged from the streets. They didn't have the resources to take a little munchkin under their wing.

 

Each shift was different than the last and each time left a larger scar that never ceased to remain a part of the young mutt. A dull gray haze threatened to shroud her and push her deep into the depths of her own depravity. But she refused it. It would not define her. Instead, she pushed forward. She persisted where others were sold into slavery and/or committed suicide. She’d get herself up, go to school if she could, work when she found the time, and eat whenever she found the means. It wasn’t perfect and her ‘work’ regularly consisted of stealing food to eat and stealing things to sell for a living. But, it was the gold lining that helped make her sludge covered existence bearable. She figured, you could: “wallo’ in yer sh$% and die a helpless puddle, suffering twice. Or, ye could enjoy yer life for what ye’ have and make the most of the sh%# yer given.”