Mother
Origin:
Mother was born into a minor Balosar aristocratic household tied to a mid tier Hutt kajidic. When the kajidic collapsed in a political purge, her parents were erased from the galaxy. She was taken in by a rival brothel matron who saw potential in her and trained her in etiquette, manipulation, discipline, and financial control. Mother rose through the ranks with precision until she owned the brothel outright, ruling it with absolute authority.

Personality:
Mother is ruthless, coldly maternal, and strategically affectionate. She offers comfort only when it benefits her. She expects obedience. She protects her workers violently and without hesitation. She smokes pure Vrissk Holdings death sticks. Her missing antenna and the scar across her scalp remind others that harm does not break her. It hardens her.

The Brothel:
Mother ran the brothel with perfect control. Vrissk Holdings provided Passion Flames and Passion Sparks as a sponsorship, and she sold them at a markup. The brothel stock contained Addictedolerin which encouraged clients to return. She never used the tainted supply herself. The Hutts quietly allowed her territory to exist because she kept order and profit flowing.

The Massacre:
A massive swoop gang, infamous and untouchable, descended on the brothel. They took turns assaulting Mother, ripping one of her Balosar antennae from her skull, while forcing her to watch the murder of all of her girls, and burned the building. Mother crawled out through fire and blood and lay on the street as the gang rode away on swoop bikes. No one helped her. The brothel was gone. She alone survived.

Aftermath:
Mother demanded justice from the Hutts. They told her she had lost her leverage, her business, and her worth. They dismissed her without care. Something inside her shifted into something colder and sharper.

Rise as a Mercenary Commander:
While drinking in a Nar Shaddaa bar, Mother overheard a small mercenary crew discussing jobs. She approached their table without invitation and informed them she was now their leader. Her presence and reputation crushed any protest. The mercenaries submitted. She has led them ever since, using them as her new enforcement arm and weapon against a galaxy that once tried to bury her.

Business. She wants to save up enough money to start another brothel on a different planet, and make it larger than what she had before.

Disgraced. Not by society but by the Hutts after losing the brothel and coming to them for help.

She is a Balosar woman in her mid 30s with smooth olive-green skin and a lean, athletic build. She has only one antenna, positioned on the right side of her head, the remaining stalk smooth and intact. Her hair is straight, jet black, cut into a sleek chin-length bob that frames her face cleanly. It has a deep part to cover the missing antenna scar. She has defined cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and expressive dark eyes that give her a focused, confident look. She dresses in tailored business attire: a fitted dark charcoal jacket with angular paneling and metallic accents, paired with matching structured pants or a skirt. Overall, her appearance is polished, striking, and intimidating in a quiet, controlled way.