Star Wars: Imperial City [Freeform, Small Group, Recruiting]

[FroggyBoi]

I should be able to get something done today or tomorrow.

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Captain and ff if you are still on-board we can start if you want, even if it is the three of us?

[Captain Whitebread]

We had actually discussed a solo RP to figure out how the characters met/knew each other so we are good to go.

[Chaosfox]

I Just nnoticed this one I would be in trested I can  proablly have a CS up either later tonight or sometime tommarow.

[Captain Whitebread]

<starts stopwatch>

[Chaosfox]

<purposely delivers late CS >

[Captain Whitebread]

Derivative and full of contradictions.  It looks like you just threw something together at the last minute.

I love it.  You my character's new best friend.

[ff]

Captain and ff if you are still on-board we can start if you want, even if it is the three of us?

That would be great with me! Enjoyed writing up the char sheet and itchin' to use!

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Great! Hopefully I'll have an opening by Friday or the weekend...

Also looking forward to your CS Chaosfox

[Captain Whitebread]

Anybody heard from froggyboi?

[wigglebiscuit]

Are you guys still accepting apps?

[Captain Whitebread]

Get it in quick!

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Yes, we are!

[wigglebiscuit]

Yes, we are!

Excellent! I'll have an app up by the end of the day!

[wigglebiscuit]

Name: Feen’Dula

Age: 27

Gender: female

Sexual Orientation: pansexual

Appearance: Feen is tall for a twi-lek, but not overly so. She stands erect, shoulders squared, and doesn’t hesitate to look a sentient in the eye. Depending on the star shining above and the mood she is in, her skin appears along the blue spectrum, from Robin’s egg to azure, with her lips and private areas a darker hue. She is solidly built, well representing her race. She has small hands and feet, and a pronounced chin and nose. Her lekku are long, reaching to the small of her back, and rarely still.

She dresses for the occasion, but typically she favors outfits that accentuate her curves. She is not overtly sexual, merely confident in her nature and place in the galaxy.

Personality: Like most sentients, there are layers to Feen. She does not seek conflict, and can appear obsequious at times. She is sharp-witted and playful, preferring to diffuse a situation with charm rather than to escalate. Underneath the pretty veneer lies the cunning heart of a survivor. She is neither ambitious nor given to aspirations of grandeur.

Since the death of her previous master, Feen is listless. She has been nearly a year on her own, the longest she has been without a master in her lifetime. If there is a purpose to life beyond the day-to-day, she has yet to find it. She finds meaning in the mundane instead.

Likes: The ordinary things. Good food. Good drink. Dancing. An unexpected smile.

Dislikes: Cruelty for cruelty’s sake.

Profession: Dancer, courtesan, gambler, grifter.

Affiliation and Rank: None whatsoever.

Equipment and Weapons: Slave collar. Mysterious implant. Hold-out pistol. Small knife. Various outfits and accessories. A quick wit and a sharp tongue.

Skills: “I speak seven languages well. Another five well enough. I have survived a lifetime around gangsters, Seperatist officers, cutthroats, bounty hunters, and pirates. I can handle a blade as well as a blaster. I have killed three men, maimed two others. Twice I have escaped imprisonment. Eight days I have spent in the desert sea of Tatooine. Once, I was interrogated by an Inquisitor. She did not gain the information she sought. I was thirty-six hours in a bacta tank healing the wounds.”

Bio: “No one wants to be a slave,” Xiu said, and took another lungful of spice.

“So you say,” Feen replied. “Everyone is a slave. Wanting has nothing to do with it. Only a few have the courage to be honest about it. Even the gods are slaves. After all, what did the younglings in that old Jedi temple call their teachers?” And now they’re all dead.

Xiu blew a cloud of magenta smoke. “Now you’re just being stubborn, darling.”

Was she? Feen thought not. Everyone was a slave to something. Power. Greed. Lust. Pleasure. Pain. She glanced sidelong at her friend and added: Drugs.  Some were slaves to an idea; she’d seen it. Others, a cause.

“If you want to be a slave so bad, go sell yourself,” Xiu added, her voice slurring as the spice entered her bloodstream.

Feen considered it more than once. There was a time when auction houses were not permitted on Coruscant. That was a long time ago. Things were different now. Anything could be bought or sold, if you only knew where to look. She had been, more than once. Moments of weakness, watching sentient cargo shuffle on and off the stage. Twi-leks like herself always commanded a high price. She could sell herself. Squirrel the money away, she had her hiding places.

“Maybe I will,” she said.

“Liar,” Xiu said, and laughed.

Feen suppressed a frown. Xiu was right, of course. She had been down that road too many times to leave it to chance. Not this time.

“What will you do, when you find your perfect master?”

That one was easy to answer, though she wouldn’t have, if she thought Xiu would remember, but she wouldn’t, so she did. Feen reached into a fold of her garment and withdrew a datachip, holding it up for her friend to see.

Xiu tried to focus on the thumb-sized square but found she couldn’t. “What’s that?”

Feen felt the itch of the implant buried in the base of her skull. She thought back, to the master who installed it, to the absolute control he exerted over her by means of that chip, to all the little alterations he made to her physiology, to all the little modifications other masters had made since, configuring her like a toy to their liking. Her head swam. A smile touched her lips. “Everything.”

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Aww, she looks adorabs! Approved!

[ff]

Welcome. Love the notion of having a dialogue portrayed within the bio. The datachip and idea of customizable slaves is very interesting (and suitably cyberpunky). The colorful smoke and the mindset-probing questions gave me a curious Alice and the Caterpillar vibe too.

I think it's something MC would be curious to  learn/chat about, as an exotic dancer she has probably been propositioned/pressured for selling herself outright on several occasions, whether for a night or for longer slave-like durations, and might have been tempted for the money or 'stability'.

[wigglebiscuit]

Aww, she looks adorabs! Approved!

Excellent! Thank you!

Welcome. Love the notion of having a dialogue portrayed within the bio. The datachip and idea of customizable slaves is very interesting (and suitably cyberpunky). The colorful smoke and the mindset-probing questions gave me a curious Alice and the Caterpillar vibe too.

I think it's something MC would be curious to  learn/chat about, as an exotic dancer she has probably been propositioned/pressured for selling herself outright on several occasions, whether for a night or for longer slave-like durations, and might have been tempted for the money or 'stability'.

Thank you!

Feen will talk freely about her views of slavery, even her desire to one day have a master. She has never had close friends, so any sort of companionship would be welcomed.

The datachip and implant, on the other hand, are much deeper secrets. It would require a great deal of trust to willingly divulge that secret, for the obvious reasons :)

[Captain Whitebread]

"I'd buy that for a dollar...."

Aren't we just the best example of Coruscant's underbelly?

[Chrisking777]

Could I join? Not use to group games but like to broaden my horizons if possible? I am thinking a very low level hutt or human jack of all trades smuggler And loan shark tho he dislike being called that.

[Captain Whitebread]

Throw a concept up.  See if it floats.

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Yes, the game is still open for new players :)

[Chrisking777]

Ok edited my previous post with my concept.

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Hmm, a Hutt is an interesting idea, also like the loan shark angle. The smuggler part, you have to keep in mind that the game will be only on Coruscant and its near orbit, so you will have to have a reason why they will be stuck on planet.

[Chrisking777]

Ok thinking he doesn't have a ship so he a local smuggler.