Name: Irene Demiar
Age: Indeterminate (23) (looks 17)
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
History: I was born on Echan, to parents that didn't really have a lot of income. It got extremely tight for them a few times. They were happy before I came along, or so I was told. I've never actually MET my parents to ask them, so this is just hearsay. I know their names, but that's about it. Irina and Corean were their names, and I've done research. From what I've managed to learn, my father was a fairly successful shipping magnate before I was born, but just before my mother found out she was pregnant -- and I know this from knowing when I was born and comparing that date to the ones on the records I've found -- his company went under because pirates took out his largest ship, and no one else would ship through him anymore.
Of course, this left my entire family -- my parents, myself as a newborn, and two older sisters -- subsisting on just the money my mother made off of her embroidery business. This led to a bit of tension, as well as a rather illogical placing of blame for things on me.
Of course, being an infant, I never understood why my parents were always yelling and screaming. I do remember that much. My mother had this soft voice that made me feel like... like everything was going to be okay. My father's voice, on the other hand, always made me feel... well, afraid, I guess you could say.
I grew up like this, terrified of my father, until the day he came at me with a vibroknife. I laid him out flat, partially because while he had been out cavorting and drinking himself into oblivion, I had been going through the standard exercise regimen for my people, and was faster and stronger than his dulled reflexes could cope with. My mother never fought back, because she didn't want to hurt him. I on the other hand had no such compulsions.
After that, he never hurt either of us. He was too terrified I'd break him in half. But that was the beginning of things for me. After that, he started letting me attempt to help him fix up his failed business. Once I got my hands on a communications console, it became apparent that my gift was the ability to get into places in the etherspace that I wasn't supposed to go.
This got him plenty of money for his business, and me a ticket off-planet. I've been signing on with this crew and that since then, though for the past couple months things have been a little... slim?
Goals: Get signed on with a new crew and get off whatever barren rock she's found herself on, and find some adventure!
Possessions: Several untraceable credsticks (mostly empty for lack of pay), tool kit, spare parts, hold-out blaster, vibro-knife
Skills: Computers stuffs in general, hacking into secure systems with no trace, technical repair, jury-rigging
Sexual Ons: I'll try most anything once.
Sexual Offs: Any toilet play.