Liliaia by Septembersister

Species
Mirialan
Career
Mystic
Specializations
Makashi Duelist
System
Force and Destiny

4
Threshold 13
Current 0
Threshold 14
Current 0
Ranged 2
Melee 2

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Characteristics

2
3
2
1
2
5

Skills

Skill Career? Rank Roll Adj.
Astrogation (Int) 0
Athletics (Br) 0
Charm (Pr) X 1
Coercion (Will) X 2
Computers (Int) 0
Cool (Pr) X 1
Coordination (Ag) X 1
Deception (Cun) 0
Discipline (Will) 0
Leadership (Pr) 0
Mechanics (Int) 0
Medicine (Int) 0
Negotiation (Pr) 0
Perception (Cun) X 1
Piloting: Planetary (Ag) 0
Piloting: Space (Ag) 0
Resilience (Br) 0
Skulduggery (Cun) 0
Stealth (Ag) 0
Streetwise (Cun) 0
Survival (Cun) 0
Vigilance (Will) X 1
Brawl (Br) 0
Gunnery (Ag) 0
Lightsaber (Pr) X 3
Melee (Br) 0
Ranged: Light (Ag) 0
Ranged: Heavy (Ag) 0
Knowledge: Core Worlds (Int) 0
Knowledge: Education (Int) 0
Knowledge: Lore (Int) 0
Knowledge: Outer Rim (Int) X 1
Knowledge: Underworld (Int) 0
Knowledge: Warfare (Int) 0
Knowledge: Xenology (Int) 0

Attacks

Ancient Sword
Range
Engaged
Skill
Lightsaber
Defensive 1
Damage
+1
Critical
4
Ancient Sword
Range
Engaged
Skill
Lightsaber
Defensive 1
Damage
+1
Critical
4

120
410
7550
3

Weapons & Armor

Apprentice Training Swords of Darth Desolous (Ancient Sword) x2
Banshee Armor (Crafted rare) Hard points: 6, Encumbrance: 6
Liliaia Banshee Blade (Melee skill, 2 crit, 3 hard points, encumbrance 2, crafted rare)

Personal Gear

Comlink
Stimpack x 10

Assets & Resources

Civilian Airspeeder
Rest Hours: 48

Critical Injuries & Conditions

Talents

Name Rank Book & Page Description
Resist Disarm Core - 82 Suffer 2 strain to avoid being disarmed or have weapon damaged or destroyed
Makashi Technique Core - 82 When making a check using the Lightsaber skill, the character may use Presence instead of Brawn
Duelist's Training Core - 82 Add boost to Melee and Lightsaber checks when engaged with only one opponent
Feint 1 Core - 82 Spend Triumph or three Advantage generated on a missed melee attack to upgrade difficulty of opponent's next attack targeting character by ranks in Feint.
Parry 1 Core - 82 When hit by a melee attack, suffer 3 strain to reduce damage by 2 plus ranks in Parry.
Defensive Training Core - 82 When wielding a Light saber, Melee, or Brawl weapon, the weapon gains the Defensive quality with a rating equal to ranks in Defensive Training.
Makashi Flourish Core - 82 Once per encounter, perform Makashi Flourish action. Make an Average ♦ ♦) Lightsaber (Presence) check 1 engaged opponent suffers strain equal to # and heal an equal amount of strain.
Parry 2 Core - 82 When hit by a melee attack, suffer 3 strain to reduce damage by 2 plus ranks in Parry.
Grit 1 Core - 82 +1 Strain Threshold
Grit 2 Core - 82 +1 Strain Threshold
Improved Parry Core - 82 When parrying a hit that generated (Despair) or (Three Threats), may hit attacker once with Lightsaber, Brawl, or Melee weapon (dealing base damage) after original attack resolves
Intense Presence Core - 82 Spend 1 Destiny Point to recover strain equal to Presence rating.
Dedication (Presence) Core - 82 Gain + ) to a single characteristic. This cannot bring a characteristic above 6.

Background

In 19 BBY an immigrant Mirialan family gave birth to their youngest of three, and only daughter Liliaia. In the gentle plains of Yakvikie, the village of human and off-human species was a welcoming place to be born into. Like the others brought here, she was the child of an engineer whose ingenuity had helped create the great star ship factories of Yaga Minor.

Liliaia's teachings came culturally from her Human, Zabrak, Rodian, and Duros neighbors. As children they played in the grasslands by beautiful mountainsides in this temperate world. Racial cohabitation, tolerance, peace and structure were offered. Growing up in Yakvikie Liliaia felt the simple delight of having an easy and understandable life.

In the back of her mind, past the rush of easy living, into the core of her thoughts pin prick sensations interrupted her. Occasional, distant things, her first recollection was at five. Hunches that helped her know or feel the unseen, whispers so innate to her she believed them to be common occurrence in life - most often not even noticing them occurring.

By ten years old Liliaia felt she wasn't meant to be an engineer as her father and brothers directed their lives to be. The first hints of her being other touched her innocence, held back by family acceptance and friendship. An entire galaxy existed, smiling Liliaia was certain to have her place. Her mother always noticed her looking up at the stars. Cherished, her mother granted marked upon her brow her first Mirialan tattoos: two crescent moons touching backs between her eyebrows with three small interloped stars and a band of stars arched around her thumbs. Star dreamer.

7 BBY, the memorable morning when Liliaia was rolling in the flower beds with her best friend, a Duros girl when they turned their heads. Stepping upon the flowers in the summer breeze a disheveled blonde Human of their age had come up to them. Liliaia felt her eyes arrested upon the newcomer.

Those pin pricks of suggestion roared to numbing certainty in an instant. The Mirialan took the girl to her home, not afraid to touch the scared girl. Liliaia's eldest brother Jahero caught them while the rest of the family was out. Jahero listened to his sister's desperate suggestion of them taking care of the girl. Liliaia knew that anything suspicious was supposed to be reported, that was how the community kept safe but that 'knowing' warned her of losing this girl could have been a real possibility.

It was the passion in her face, the using of that 'knowing' which convinced Jahero to ease his guard and let the blonde Human take care of herself in their home.

Liliaia learned fast that the girl's name was Athlena. A name that imprinted intensely, whose presence made her feel like she was gazing at the stars she spent much of her youth staring up to. This girl a stranger to Yakvikie, to Yaga Minor itself needed a friend.

Athlena didn't budge to share anything with Liliaia's parents. What might have bred suspicion in her brothers and parents called an urge to protect the Human instead. It was challenge to her father, trusting that in the greater galaxy if Liliaia herself was alone and scared, that another family would help her. It hit her father's morals and the questions ended and morning breakfast resumed.

Gradually Athlena was introduced to the various children, the circle of Liliaia's playmates. They hesitated, but Athlena's shy beauty warmed them to her. Liliaia had many questions too, but none that could be as fascinating as sharing the time playing with her. The girls often ran off, into the great fields of green and red flowers. Other times to the streams, but never the caves and forests. Liliaia would catch Athlena gazing into those forbidden places when they were nearby.

They rolled around under blue sky, laughed, somehow their outings became more private. And somehow Liliaia's blossoming life became more about Athlena, it felt so easy to make it so. It felt right, like standing in front of a warmth when her flesh was frigid.

A few months passed, 6 BBY, and a strange coincidence took place. The day of Liliaia's birthday happened to be Athlena's. In some way it shocked the Mirialan and the gut feelings instead said that this coincidence was meant to be. For her loyalty with the Human child who had now stayed under their roof for some time, Liliaia was tattooed half a semi circle on each side under the ears with a line drew past the curve of her jawline. The symbology represented the two halves, lines followed led the eye down to her chin, to her chest - a bond held by strong heart.

Athlena was invited to watch, Liliaia was proud of this decision of her parents. Happy for a part of her was being seen, and that Athlena wasn't considered unwelcome anymore. Days after their thirteenth birthday, when the new tattoos healed, their tumbling and frolicking play had been interrupted by a new pain in Liliaia's abdomen. Blood on her dress, down her legs, feeding Yaga Minor's rich soil. Vulnerable and scared Athlena led her to their local stream, kind and patient.

Despite Liliaia's pains and embarrassment her heart rushed from such compassion given by this Human. In that moment as cold water soaked her waist down with Athlena supporting her she thought Athlena was beautiful. It came to her like inspiration, like the other impressions felt in life.

A month later they were under the clear and full night sky. Life together may have pulled her away from her other friends but Liliaia could hardly notice in the midst of such a strong draw. While the starts twinkled Athlena confessed.

She was the daughter of a traveling band of space bound raiders, of powerful killers. But she had a powerful, unique gift that was the reason she was forced to explore the outer rim: the force. To develop her force connection, she needed to discover places or things of great influence with the force. Trembling voice admitted that her time with Liliaia had been wonderful, but it wasn't her reason to be on Yaga Minor.

Fear had painted an easily seen scene for the tattooed girl: Athlena's back as she walked further and further way across the field of flowers out of sight. Back mysteriously to where she had come from.

"If I help, you can stay" Liliaia reasoned hopefully, the small insects of the night rhythmically chirping transforming the moment into something scenic. The single moon lit every feature of doubt on Athlena's pale face. Beautiful and sad was all Liliaia could think.

For her to be of help required to go into the forests and caves they weren't supposed to. Against Liliaia's family wishes and guidance that had kept her safe and happy in life she instantly agreed to join. Sneaking into the home she stole her eldest brother's not well hidden blaster.

Out in the evergreens Athlena seemed to know where to go. She was following her feelings. It was remarkable, creating a sense of trust through the dappled light which they walked. In the forest distant growls picked up the closer they got to where Athlena felt to go. Something here was, sick, twisted and attracted to what the girl was after.

When they came to the one spot, no larger than a size of a few men wide or long which grew weak, browned life, Athlena found the location. Liliaia had her own feeling, turning around and raising her blaster. Red bolts of energy fired haphazardly fell a mangled beast which may have killed them if caught by surprise. The few patches in the grass suggested something ate here, perhaps this creature. It was a spot of whispering desecration.

"You feel this? You felt that?" Athlena noticed something in her Liliaia wasn't understanding. Wouldn't anyone who came into this forest feel this sickness in their bones? Knew the danger that was to come? It was self evident, lived, real. But they wern't to most people. It was the Force and Athlena's amazed smile delivered the news. Their friendship had become deeper, their experience melding. As Athlena smiled to someone similar being found, worry and concern grew in Liliaia. The danger was personal now. She'd have a target on her back for the Empire for the rest of her life.

The night spent digging with their hands unearthed two discarded blades. its energy faintly ill but profound. There was something to study here. Their secret was hidden in the field, the next morning they explored it together.

"Focus on your feelings" Athlena had instructed, the swords between them. When the Human closed her eyes, Liliaia couldn't stop staring at her lips. Sharing last night had been special, climatic.

"I want to kiss you" That's what her feelings told her.

Over the mystical weapons Liliaia leaned forward and pressed their lips together. The giddy boomed internally with the perceptible growth of her awareness to the Force. There was laughter and soft skin and a pivotal day was spent in hand held meditation.

The week after, another kiss and Athlena told her it was time to leave. With the object studied and the Force integrated into her, she could feel the infinite possibilities out in space once more. Gratitude and hugs couldn't mend the heartache. Liliaia's heartbreak sharply stabbed her, surprised after what they shared wasn't enough to keep her close. Athlena had to go alone, not wanting Liliaia to risk being caught by the Empire should she travel abroad. She had a loving, sensible family, caring friends, a stable community away from the manufacturing centers of the planet. Athlena told Lilaia that she should see everything she had. Lilaia returned the gesture with silence. Athlena stood with shoulders straightest they been since she had come, turned, and left as Liliaia had feared.

The Mirialan girl's life moved slow again. The last traces faded from the spare bedroom, the swords boxed away in a place among the flowers hidden. Liliaia's childhood friends returned to the focus but she wasn't the same. Two months passed, she had managed to smile and laugh, swinging around in her summer dresses. It was a weak footed path, but one of recovery. Athlena had helped her learn more about herself and that was what she had to remember. Star dreamer Liliaia's eyes tried to follow Athlena may be next in space.

It came in a spasm of nightmares. Paranoid premonitions painting graphic details of danger. Vague and sure, Liliaia awoke screaming. it was strange, then it became common as the weeks went with days of her subconscious tearing at her perception. Her home, her family, her friends, the world itself, all was a danger and nothing could be trusted. Fighting these feelings with loving recollections did little. The years of bonds made, her mother's worried hugs and concerned eyes of her brothers' and father didn't shut up the violating terror.

She resisted going to the doctor, not knowing how the Force could be traced and her paranoia sure she'd be discovered. Finding the strength of character the best she could manage was to creep out of her village on those dreadful nights and scream into the dirt. Exhausted, isolated, Liliaia ran away to the weapons she had recovered with Athlena. Their handles felt like relief in her hands.

The swords offered ways to protect her. Those feelings that followed her in life, tormented her now, gave one leeway for escape. Though she had no outside guidance, Liliaia found it in her connection to the Force to train herself.

One night Jahero had followed her. Liliaia was seventeen now. Her behavior had changed and the other girl lost. Liliaia hardly smiled, looked over her shoulder, hesitated with everything she did or grit her teeth to any or all things happening around her. Jahero caught her in the plains swinging with finesse and strength two exotic weapons he'd never seen before. Liliaia had become comfortable with them, her only means to dull the voices which hadn't ceased their hold over her mind in the years. Certain of death, betrayal, some fowl thing would come when she least expected it.

And that's what what she saw when her brother shouted behind her to break her weapon training trance. Liliaia slashed away, chopping down what was to try and kill her at her moment of distraction. After her weapons were blood soaked and the figure's body gashed with cuts across his throat and torso did she realize it was her eldest brother. His beautiful academic oriented tattoos were layered over with blood splatter. Liliaia screamed once again into the dark night.

Her family saw her as ill, lost faith in her. The Yakvikie villagers cut ties, avoided her. She had lost her home and family. Forced with either going into the doctors or being exiled Liliaia picked the second. But it had a cost.

Her remaining brother held her down, and her father punished her with the cruelest tattoo possible. Under her eyes a long bar had been thickly inked. Its simplicity was hideous compared to the complex designs which celebrated other Mirialan and worse it disabled her from furthering her cultural practice. Without the available skin she would never be able to mark any other achievements in life. Without saying so her father conveyed she had wasted her life, that there was no future for her.

Given basic provisions, and taking her swords Liliaia was kicked out. Vaulting into space for the first time Liliaia was left to follow her feelings, even if whatever direction they led her was a terrifying experience. Through the veil of things that kept Liliaia forever on edge Athlena had to be somewhere. She felt it.

Motivation

Morality

Morality: Terror (50) - Terror is the encompassing feeling that safety does not lie anywhere. The character is often haunted by manic fear and perceive dangers or threats mistakenly.
Ambition: Expertise
Personal Obligation (20): Obsession of Athlena
Duty: 10
Prestige Points: 0

Description

Branded and full of terrified fury Liliaia stares intently in each direction, searching for dangers as much as she exudes it. Her green skin lush like jungle leaves, eyes sharply violet, skin inked with her jagged past.

Young and violent Liliaia walked each direction fast ahead, glancing over her shoulder as if always fleeing some beast greater than something within herself.

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