<div class="floatright">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Full Name:</strong>Ve'tralla Kurzen<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br/><br/><strong>Homeworld:</strong>Arkania<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>24 Standard Years<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Mercenary (Bounty Hunter, Thief, Assassin, Body Guard), Gambler, Arms Tech.<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>She stands at 5ft 6in tall with an extremely pale complexion, piercing green eyes, two piercings in either ear with braided strands dangling from the uppers and lips colored with dark raspberry lipstick lining them aside from a single mark of black in the middle of her bottom lip. Her hair grows out black for the first half an inch or so but changes color once past that point to pure white thanks to her half-breed genetics. She keeps half her head buzzed low and the other side has an uneven cut from the front to the back and comes down to her chin. Beneath her armor is a beautiful, albeit scarred here and there, feminine figure of athletic build. Most often she can be found wearing her armor, at least up to her neck. When in a place where she's comfortable she prefers a wife beater of no specific color and either spandex, sweatpants, or cargo pants depending on the situation. As of the moment her only comfort space is her own skip housing or her own ship.<br/><br/><strong>Major Strengths:</strong>Hand to hand/Bladed combat, Piloting, and Combat Strategy<br/><br/><strong>Minor Strengths:</strong>Blasters, Slight of hand theft, Arms technician, Observation, Gambling, Highly intelligent, and Better Vision in low lighting<br/><br/><strong>Minor Weaknesses:</strong>Impulsive (especially when spoken down to), Makes no effort to hide her weaponry, Not that comfortable in social situations, and a poor tolerance for alcohol.<br/><br/><strong>Major Weaknesses:</strong>Force sensitive to the point where she can be felt and even located depending on her mood (At best her own capability with the force is tremors while having nightmares but she cannot feel the force herself). No connections to any group to speak of thus no protection beyond her own skills. Weaker than human immune system. Soft heart for orphans despite the fact that often they were capable of terrible things in smuggler's run.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Possessions</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Her Helmet (Worn rather often)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://image.ibb.co/c6xJiG/Future_Female_Warrior2.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Ship</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://image.ibb.co/dxYWkw/Ship2.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Dual Blaster Pistols</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://image.ibb.co/dX195w/Blaster_Pistols.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Blaster Rifle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://image.ibb.co/ieBnsb/Blaster_Rifle3.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Long Range Blaster Rifle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://image.ibb.co/nFAVCb/Blaster_Rifle2.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Vibro Sword</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://image.ibb.co/e89kdG/Vibro_Sword.jpg)</div></div><br/>A Pair of vibro knives with 15 inch blades (As in her picture)<br/>A cache of munitions and small explosives<br/>A small room on a skip to call her own (for now)<br/>The severed, but functional, head of a protocol droid with a mobile power unit<br/>A holo of her parents<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>Isolationist, Mild Introvert, Professional, Confident, Calculating, Slow to Trust, Spiteful When Wronged, Kind to those she finds deserving, and a bit unrefined. Will work for anyone for the most part but will not kill children nor knowingly orphan them.<br/><br/><strong>Background</strong>Ve'Tralla was the child of a pair of wealthy Arkanian scientists whom were incapable of conceiving and instead, without permission, engineered a child for themselves. Based on their own lifespan they opted to do so in a way that their child wouldn't likely outlive them so as to hope that she wouldn't live long enough to be discovered. They used a combination of their own DNA infused with that of a human Jedi. The hope was that she would, in time, prove useful enough that perhaps should the empire manage to topple the rebel uprising  she might one day be able to live out her life in whatever way she saw fit thanks to her parents groundbreaking research despite her questionable genetics. While the science had been used in the past it had long since tapered off, efforts were even put forward to wipe out the Arkanian Offshoots, but the Arkanian were confident the empire would allow them to expand the science once more. Unfortunately her existence, what she was, had been discovered far too soon. It was a wonder she'd been kept a secret for as long as she had. During a dinner party with some of their co-workers she made the mistake of leaving her quarters while in a state of rebellious youth after a heated argument. Even as the reach of the galactic empire expanded it wouldn't have been in time to keep her from persecution and even likely being put down as most of her kind had been in the past. Those co-workers were quick, if not pleased with themselves, to speak on what they'd witnessed.<br/><br/>She had been raised as both a daughter and a living weapon the purpose to which was meant to take a place within the ranks of the empire and prove the worth of her parents science. That training instead became vital to her survival. At only age 16 her parents loaded her into a stolen interplanetary mercenary vessel, coordinates unknown to her, which sent her into the depths of space. Upon the launch pad the last she saw of her parents were their futile, lacking, attempts to cover her escape only to be cut down by blaster fire. She watched as those who raised her, trained her, and yet the talents they bestowed her with were of no use to them in their most dire moments. The ship was well stocked with provisions, an armory, and enough reading material to last her for months. Wherever they planned to send her she trusted them implicitly and made no efforts to adjust her course.<br/><br/>She awakened one day, long into her journey, to the collision alerts of her ship as it weaved it's way into what appeared to be an asteroid field. She barely managed to take the controls before vital impact would have disabled her ship and left her adrift. The impact it did suffer certainly didn't do well for the outlook of her future. The Coordinates her parents had programmed to her ship had brought her to a large asteroid belt at the end of the Correlian Run. A little known haven for those with something to hide from, something to outrun, or perhaps simply nowhere else to be and no hope left in the galaxy. The credits her parents had transferred to her as she left the planet gave her the opportunity to see to her ships repairs, purchase a suit of armor fit for space travel, and allowed her to periodically find rest for her head whenever she saw fit to seek port. Since then she's put her skills to use plying trades of the seedy underground. She knew nothing much beyond existing, beyond violence and breaking the law, but fortunately she had a talent for such things. She took on what jobs she could, earned her fair share in wages, and often gambled quite lucratively to amplify them. If not for the fact that she often gave a portion of her credits to those with children in need she may be quite wealthy at this juncture.