Hirani never knew her family or clan, outside of the name she was sold with. She was sold by her parents, impoverished members of the Sesk’vati warrior caste for a fraction of her true cost as a rare Lethan twi-lek, of a particularly prized light pink skin color. From infancy, her various owners have sought to increase her value, grooming her to be a living gem for her next owners to clutch tight to themselves, whether it be through endless tutoring and training to master the art of the twi-lek dance or grueling courses to drill proper edicate and both pleasing and sensual manerisms into her subconscious. She had known nothing besides constantly improving and changing herself to her current master's whim before being sold off to another guilded cage where she wanted for nothing so long as she smiled softly, Obey and be as pretty and provocative as she could possibly be.

Hirani's life was simple, pleasing and comfortable, besides the endless stress heaped upon her to be the perfect pet for wealthy men, and women, and the abuse she was threatened with if she so much as hesitated in the latest order their dark minds dreamt up for her to fulfill. By all fate and logic, it seemed she'd live the life of many Twi-leks, forever enslaved and bound to anothers will.

Until she was purchased by a hutt by the name Druba, at a price that could've purchased the slug a small fleet of luxury star ships, with some coercing of her then current master and threats of death if he did not hand over his pink hued gem to the gangster.
this was when her trained obedience began to crack, for while druba gave her the same luxuries she was used to in the form of fine dress and comfortable quarters, it was a foul master, and had many perverse desires.
Hirani had grown used to being threatened with Violence, but Druba delighted in hearing the spoiled slave screaming in pain and shriek in terror, the hutt finding it one of the most amusing and entertaining things it had experienced in its long life.

In half a cycles time, Hirani had began to seriously plan her own demise, in another half cycle, she had been stopped from committing suicide three times, and removed from her plush quarters to a dark cell when not by her masters side.

Hirani almost began to accept her fate, hiding away in her own mind, too brow beaten to even dream of her master's demise.

However, Her luck changed quickly, as Druba was very wasteful and foul mannered even by hutt standards, and had many enemies and no friends outside his own family. It wasn't long until the price on his head drew eyes, and outweighed the risks his well paid guard and security posed.

the moment that would change Hirani's fate happened in what she remembers as a bright flash interrupting her nightly dance for Druba, followed by a cacophony of screams, blaster fire and high yield explosives.

In a matter of moments, Her feared master lay dead before her, little more than a pile of goo and smoldering meat. his guards and retainers lay scattered like childrens toys, and his palace was burning. Through the smoke, she saw four armored figures retrieving various valuables, passing her by without a thought to the cowering twi-lek.

She realized they had not come for her, and would later find they were warriors called mandalorians, sent to send a message to druba's family, kill the slug himself, and retrieve his more valuable trinkets. Which she had narrowly avoided being marked as by a tired secretary. Instead, she was lucky to not end up in the crossfire. A crossfire that lit a spark in the meek, submissive slave. in one moment, her life long fortunes had changed, and she had found something that brought her more joy than the most lavish quarters or decadent food or her master's smile. all her happiness before now seemed hollow in the face of the symphony of the mandalorians.

the sounds of battle, war, and the excitement of dancing with death, the slick, awe inspiring armor, and the power they held. for the first time in her life, she desired more than to please and live for another's pleasure. Something changed in her that day, she couldn't return to her old life, in fact the thought now terrified her. She wanted to be one of her "Saviors" to live their violent way of life and stand among blaster fire, burnt wreckage and broken bodies and to gamble her life. The death of Druba stole her fear, and replaced it with a hunger for Adventure and danger.

A blaster that fell near to her let her break off the chains that kept her in front of the hutt's still smoldering corpse, giddy as she stumbled to her feet, watching her heroes vanish through the hole they made in the side of the palace wall, a smile upon her face as she took her first steps on a free life, and a dangerous one. The life of a bounty hunter, and one who only just began to figure out how to hold a blaster.

Death or glory: Hirani wants nothing more than to be a mandalorian, or at least live like them. Her lust for danger, and this obsession she has with the culture of her saviors, drives her to new heights of recklessness and boldness. In the search of glory, even the Meek can become legendary. And in her fame as a bounty hunter, the mandalorians cannot help but welcome her with open, loving arms...well that's the plan at least

Addiction 5: Danger: Hirani's liberation has imbued her with a palpable lust for adrenaline and the danger that feeds it. if there's a fight or shoot out or other life threatening situation, she finds it difficult to keep from joining in it.

Oath 4: Slave's mentality: She's still getting used to being her own person, and if someone shouts at or tells her to do something in a commanding enough tone, she finds it hard to not follow the order. She can't lead and easily follows others, and nothing makes her happier than pleasing a figure she sees as "above" herself

Obsession 15: Mandalorian culture. This twi-lek cannot get enough of the mandalorian culture, and way of life. she seeks every scrap of information she can about them and lives to emulate them and their "Dashing" manner. she heavily idolizes them, and would overlook anything negative of one to stay close to them, and any insults or claim that goes against her romanticized view of the war mongers enrages her. She cannot see them in a negative light

Bounty 5: Druba's family: Unfortunately, Druba did not forget to put his prized plaything in his will, and when his family gathers to divide what assets he had left, Hirani will undoubtedly find herself marked for "collection" by most of the greedy slugs

A Lethan twi-lek in a delightful shade of light, almost sunset pink with darker red "ring spots" on her lekku and freckles of dim scarlet dotting her body, particularly her shoulders, face, hips and the tips of her lekku.
She is an average height for a twi-lek at 5'4.
Her body is not overly soft/fat as her owners kept her on a strict regime of diet and Physical activity, but she is naturally voluptuous and has never been without food for longer than a day as punishment, which makes her appear "well fed" especially considering her new line of work.

She has a naive air about her, and a recently released unbridled energy that drives her to emotional extremes in her new found freedom, but by nature and training she is quick to submit and bow her head when presented with any kind of sustained hostility or threatening.
She is incredibly sweet and eager to please when not on aa job, and has trouble not trying to cheer someone up or make them smile if she can. All in all, her outward appearance is that of a giddy airhead, who still presents the mannerisms and holds herself like a seductive slave dancer.
But under that, beneath the energetic energy she has found recently, in her lust for battle and danger, beside all the flashing light of joy and life she's discovered, lies a shadow of resentment and fear, still rooted where it has festered her entire life.