Raised in the shadows since an early age, the girl knew little other than pain. Pain inflicted by her teachers. Pain inflicted on herself. Pain inflicted on others. Trained, molded, and finished, she was assembled piece by piece for the goal of infiltration and assassination. A perfect living weapon.

Though she was among hundreds in her earliest memories, when it came time for her inaugural mission there were only a handful left alive. Her inquisitiveness, technical acumen, and sheer will had enabled her to endure when others had not. Her teachers saw this as a good sign and thought her broken and ready. They were mistaken.

Let loose in the real world she fulfilled her duty: she killed her target without mercy or remorse. When it came time to bring her back, however, they found her unwilling to give up this new world of possibility for the old one. Words were said. Lines were crossed. Her handler and his guards lay dead at her feet.

Knowing that they would hunt her to the ends of the galaxy, she ran. From ship to ship, taking whatever name she needed and using whatever skill she felt would make her useful enough to give passage to.

Now known as Nord Hy'at, she poses as a naive girl from a backwater world who wants nothing more than to fly around the Rim on her harmless journey of self-discovery.

The galaxy is harsh, however, and people rarely get what they want.

Betrayal: 20
Betraying and fleeing a hidden organization of master assassins is not an easy thing to do. They will not forgive, and they will not forget. Until this is somehow made right, they will hunt her to the ends of the galaxy.