Post by Bria Ryvon on May 12, 2007 22:45:16 GMT -5
I hope I'm doing this correctly...
Name: Bria Ryvon
Age: (Approx.) About 17 years old
Race: Human
Personality: Bria is very, very shy. She always avoids areas that have a lot of people if it can be helped. Whenever she is around a large group of people, she blends into the background and lets herself be ignored. Don't let that fool you, however. She is quick to pull her hand gun, and carries it with the ease of old practice.
History: Bria is of mixed backgrounds, multi-glactical, as it is. Her mother's mother was from Tatooine, while her mother's father was from Alderaan. The parents on her father's side were both from Corucsant (Ack...that must be spelled wrong). Her mother died when she was six years old, and her father disappeared soon afterwards. Bria lived with a foster-family on Tatooine for six years. When she reached the age of eleven, she sneaked off the planet on a cargo ship due to Corucsant. That was only the beginning of her illegal adventures.
Upon arriving in Corucsant, she quickly heard the news of the rebel attack on something called the 'Death Star' being destroyed- the rebels, that is. The information didn't seem important, until two years after. She learned her father had been among the rebels that attacked the 'Death Star', and had died doing so. She has no love for the Empire for killing her father, but has none for the Rebels as well, seeing as that's how her father met his death.
Alone in the world at only thirteen, with no way to support herself, Bria took on theiving. As she grew older, she realized how affective the business was... and became a skilled pirate by fifteen. And still going strong.
Weapons (If any): 434 Blaster
Sample RP, in character: The cold reaches of space seem to be able to fill up the soul, until there was nothing left, nothing save an empty shell that wandered that worlds. Only the strongest soul was able to repress the emptiness, a weaker one overcome by awe. Bria hoped she was under the first category.
The freighter she was on had been cheap, yes... but now she regretted ever making the choice. It was jam-packed, full to the brim with people talking, laughing, shouting, and other things. Groaning softly, she pushed herself against the wall, sinking to the floor. The price had appealed to her, yes... but price couldn't make up for everything.
Pulling herself together, Bria pushed her way towards the far corner of the space, where crates of supplies had been pushed. There weren't as many people swarming over their; maybe she could find somewhere where people didn't want to talk with her. Of course, it could all just be a lost hope, but the girl was willing to take the risk.
Name: Bria Ryvon
Age: (Approx.) About 17 years old
Race: Human
Personality: Bria is very, very shy. She always avoids areas that have a lot of people if it can be helped. Whenever she is around a large group of people, she blends into the background and lets herself be ignored. Don't let that fool you, however. She is quick to pull her hand gun, and carries it with the ease of old practice.
History: Bria is of mixed backgrounds, multi-glactical, as it is. Her mother's mother was from Tatooine, while her mother's father was from Alderaan. The parents on her father's side were both from Corucsant (Ack...that must be spelled wrong). Her mother died when she was six years old, and her father disappeared soon afterwards. Bria lived with a foster-family on Tatooine for six years. When she reached the age of eleven, she sneaked off the planet on a cargo ship due to Corucsant. That was only the beginning of her illegal adventures.
Upon arriving in Corucsant, she quickly heard the news of the rebel attack on something called the 'Death Star' being destroyed- the rebels, that is. The information didn't seem important, until two years after. She learned her father had been among the rebels that attacked the 'Death Star', and had died doing so. She has no love for the Empire for killing her father, but has none for the Rebels as well, seeing as that's how her father met his death.
Alone in the world at only thirteen, with no way to support herself, Bria took on theiving. As she grew older, she realized how affective the business was... and became a skilled pirate by fifteen. And still going strong.
Weapons (If any): 434 Blaster
Sample RP, in character: The cold reaches of space seem to be able to fill up the soul, until there was nothing left, nothing save an empty shell that wandered that worlds. Only the strongest soul was able to repress the emptiness, a weaker one overcome by awe. Bria hoped she was under the first category.
The freighter she was on had been cheap, yes... but now she regretted ever making the choice. It was jam-packed, full to the brim with people talking, laughing, shouting, and other things. Groaning softly, she pushed herself against the wall, sinking to the floor. The price had appealed to her, yes... but price couldn't make up for everything.
Pulling herself together, Bria pushed her way towards the far corner of the space, where crates of supplies had been pushed. There weren't as many people swarming over their; maybe she could find somewhere where people didn't want to talk with her. Of course, it could all just be a lost hope, but the girl was willing to take the risk.