Post by Twilight on Mar 21, 2009 13:35:49 GMT -5
Your username: StarWars00
Character's name: Artemis
Character's age: 14
Character's attitude: Scared. Hopefull. Caring.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Long, brown hair, often plaited in a braid down her back. Hair falls to about mid-theigh. Clotheing changes as her master/mistriss sees fit. Often skimpy outfit. Blue eyes. 5'8. Very pretty.
Character's allegiance: If she was free she would join the republic or become a bounty hunter.
Weapons: Has none
Other Info: It a slave for Atilla the Hutt as of now. Has strange force-induced visions of being rescued. Often forced to preform in bars and pubs.
History: Artimis was born on Naboo. She was taken from her parents at age 9 and forced into slavery. She was taken to the Hutts who "rule" Tattooine. She has been sold many times. So many that she has lost count. Once she was sold to another human. He was the only master who ever really took care of her. He was her father figure. After a year in his service he was going to set her free and adopt her. After half that time was up though, a small force of armed men killed the man and captured Artimis. She was sold to a Hutt and has had Hutt masters ever since.
Role Play Sample:
The cheerful tune in the background ad the opposite affect on Artimis than it did on the crowd. She was in Mos Eisly tonight, at the very same pub that the ledgendary Luke Skywalker had met the eaqually ledgendary Han Solo. As she neared the edge of the stage in her dance, a man wolf-whistled at her. She ignored him and kept dancing. She got that kind of thing a lot. Once she had been dragged off the stage by a smuggler who asked her to marry him. Her mistriss, Atilla the Hutt, had shot him. Atilla didn't mistreat Artimis. Threatened her and punished her, yes, but never actually did anything that would seriously wound the girl. The music stopped and a few people clapped. Some even threw some money onto the stage. Of course she couldn't keep it. It would all go to Atilla. Artimis eyed her clothes in distaste. Tonight she wore a blueshirt that only covered what needed to be covered, and didn't do it's job well. The skirt didn't even come down to her knees. As she was examinig her clothing, a blaster bolt rang out. She looked up. A bounty hunter was walking in, and Atilla lay dead in her seat.
Character's name: Artemis
Character's age: 14
Character's attitude: Scared. Hopefull. Caring.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Long, brown hair, often plaited in a braid down her back. Hair falls to about mid-theigh. Clotheing changes as her master/mistriss sees fit. Often skimpy outfit. Blue eyes. 5'8. Very pretty.
Character's allegiance: If she was free she would join the republic or become a bounty hunter.
Weapons: Has none
Other Info: It a slave for Atilla the Hutt as of now. Has strange force-induced visions of being rescued. Often forced to preform in bars and pubs.
History: Artimis was born on Naboo. She was taken from her parents at age 9 and forced into slavery. She was taken to the Hutts who "rule" Tattooine. She has been sold many times. So many that she has lost count. Once she was sold to another human. He was the only master who ever really took care of her. He was her father figure. After a year in his service he was going to set her free and adopt her. After half that time was up though, a small force of armed men killed the man and captured Artimis. She was sold to a Hutt and has had Hutt masters ever since.
Role Play Sample:
The cheerful tune in the background ad the opposite affect on Artimis than it did on the crowd. She was in Mos Eisly tonight, at the very same pub that the ledgendary Luke Skywalker had met the eaqually ledgendary Han Solo. As she neared the edge of the stage in her dance, a man wolf-whistled at her. She ignored him and kept dancing. She got that kind of thing a lot. Once she had been dragged off the stage by a smuggler who asked her to marry him. Her mistriss, Atilla the Hutt, had shot him. Atilla didn't mistreat Artimis. Threatened her and punished her, yes, but never actually did anything that would seriously wound the girl. The music stopped and a few people clapped. Some even threw some money onto the stage. Of course she couldn't keep it. It would all go to Atilla. Artimis eyed her clothes in distaste. Tonight she wore a blueshirt that only covered what needed to be covered, and didn't do it's job well. The skirt didn't even come down to her knees. As she was examinig her clothing, a blaster bolt rang out. She looked up. A bounty hunter was walking in, and Atilla lay dead in her seat.
