(https://i.imgur.com/nqJgFBZ.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/Q2XtBoq.jpg)</div></div><br/>Name: Carys Suögan<br/>Species: Human<br/>Class: Smuggler<br/>Specialization: Scoundrel<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Description</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Slender and lissome, Carys isn't so much as seen as experienced.  She's not conventionally attractive, with her pale skin, long blue hair, piercing magenta eyes, gracile limbs, and maybe A-cup breasts if you squint real hard. She is definitely not a great beauty, nor does she have a personality that instills great affection.  But in person, every inch of her svelte form gives exudes a siren call, which can catch anyone's attention across a room with barely so much as a glance.  It isn't that she is showing off per se, she just has an easy grace that seems to show off herself just right for best effect. When she does decide to show off, however, it is like weaponized sex overwatch auto-fire; scouring everyone who looks at her with seduction bullets.  Or at least, that is how she describes it... she's not a great orator either.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Personality</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Easily excitable and passionate in private, whatever the mark likes when on the job. Carys considers her friends to be "The ones I hate less than all the rest", even though in reality she cares very much and would risk everything to save them.  She sees herself as a hard-bitten criminal, and tries to play the part.  She isn't very experienced sexually, only having had a few girlfriends, but enjoys flirting and teasing everything that moves.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Carys hails from a major trading space station that had a relatively large population of Arkanian offshoots that had fled from their masters many years ago.  At this point most of them have interbred with humans enough to just be called humans, but strange coloration like naturally pink or blue hair, Purple or magenta eyes, and extremely pale skin are the norm for a large proportion of the station's population, making it difficult to blend it with other groups... but outsiders found it difficult to get in as well.<br/><br/>Carys left home early.  Too early, probably. Station life wasn't kind to those who didn't own trade berths and were not ship-bound, and she had no intention of cleaning up after people and making their beds or serving their food.  She tricked a boy into falling for her, and soon she was on a freighter.  A few more broken hearts and she was on a planet, making a quick buck for a meal and a place to stay.  She wasn't entirely heartless... she had a few romances with some pretty girls, but eventually they moved on.  They were either crew on a ship or planet bound.  Either of which were incompatible with the roving ways of the young girl.  One planet bound lover was a fence, and she gave the blue-haired girl a gift that she could keep forever.<br/><br/>It was a very specific confidence game that didn't even negatively affect the mark (other than a broken heart). Instead, the mark unwittingly smuggles contraband.  It goes thusly, Carys identifies an appropriate mark that is going where the contraband needs to go and approaches them in some den of iniquity.  A game of sabbac or round of drinks later and she starts working the heartstrings of the mark.  By the time she needs to load the contraband, he is desperate to do anything to fuck her and she sets up situations were she can load or get the contraband loaded onto the ship.  Having promised to fly with the mark, she never shows when it has to leave.  the information about the ship is given to associates at the target location, and they grab the ship.  Different ship, different ID, different captain each time.  The perfect smuggling op.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Carys is very young and inexperienced.  She not only took an offer that was too good to be true, but she got sloppy doing it.  She was recommended for a job running glitterstim for the Hutts by a client she successfully delivered a shipment of disruptors to on Coruscant.  Based on that recommendation, Jabba gave her a job where her cut alone was probably worth 50,000.  But on this job, she would have to stay with the shipment; which means she would have to put out.  Not only that, the spice was in Jabba's palace in a shit-nothing corner of the galaxy.  She would have to get with a crusty hobo tramp freighter.  <br/><br/>But 50,000 was 50,000, so she quickly flew to Tatooine in order to seal the deal with Jabba.  Standing in the main chamber of Jabba's palace in front of the gangster, she felt everyone's eyes on her like she never had before.  But this was business, and Carys knew how to conduct business; Jabba was a man like any other and she had heard that he likes humanoid women.  She drew the negotiations out, using flirting and teasing tricks that had toppled everything from 18 year old farmboy to a 50 year old married duke.  She wasn't interested in driving a hard bargain with Jabba, this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful and profitable relationship.  They agreed on 38,000, but when she turned to leave the protocol droid suddenly shouted "STOP!"<br/><br/>Carys turned back around, wracking her mind with what might be wrong.  <br/><br/>"The All-Mighty Jabba offers you a bonus", said the droid. Carys smiled at Jabba, she had never even HEARD of Jabba offering bonuses to ANYONE. <br/><br/>"I'm listening"<br/><br/>"The All-Powerful Jabba offers you a bonus of two-thousand upon completion... if you would remove your clothes immediately."  The crowd murmured, and she could almost FEEL the lust thrumming in them.  They had been watching her eye-fuck their boss for almost half an hour, and they ached to see the body under those robes.<br/><br/>But Carys kept her smile high and winked at the gangster... probably one of the most dangerous being is the world.  "You can't afford that" she said with a wry grin and turned to walk out as she heard Jabba bellow in frustration at her answer swiftly followed by the smashing of a protocol droid on the ground just off the dais.<br/><br/>An hour later found her at the Cantina in Mos Eisley, with probably the most disgusting pack of losers and criminals she had ever seen.  She started rubbing her ass (metaphorically speaking) on the dick of every being that looked like it might have a ship.  Every hand in there, it seemed, was groping her whenever it could, and when she turned to look at the owner of the offending limb the owner dared her to do something about it.  It wasn't too long before slapping the offending hand of a Defel got her face and chest slammed down onto the bar and a hand started undoing her belt.  <br/><br/>A blaster sounded and the acrid scent of blaster ionization mixed with the smell of burning flesh erupted into the air of the Cantina as those around dove to the side to get out of the way.  fixing her belt, Carys saw the most beautiful red-headed woman she had ever seen.  Her tight pants showed off her wide hips and ample ass while her likewise ample bosom filled out her shirt in a way that made Carys knees weak.  She would have let this person feel her up in any cantina and any time.  A short time later and she and her savior (who she later learned was named Tani) were in a room and she was doing more than feel Carys up.  When they were done, naked skin sweat slick from their lovemaking, Carys told Tani about the job.  If she could deposit the goods in the ship while She distracted the captain, then Tani could fly them both to Cal-Seti and reclaim the goods to give to Jabba's agent on the planet.<br/><br/>Reclaiming the spice from the hold was easy as pie.  Tani had attached a cylinder of an incapacitating agent to life support, and a simple push of a button knocked out every living thing on the ship.  The boxes of glitter stim were easily retrived and set on a repulsar cart to move out.  <br/><br/>Then everything went black.<br/><br/>Carys woke up in the company of the Ship's crew who had tied up her limp body and put her in the brig.  She had been betrayed, the glitterstim was probably lightyears away by now, and Jabba was not a forgiving sort. And she had already refused him... She told the crew everything, why not? She was a dead woman at the ripe old age of 18.  <br/><br/>It turns out that the crew were rebel agents here to obtain intelligence from the naval base for the Black Fleet, and someone of Carys' skills could really help... and if she did, the rebellion would hide her from Jabba.<br/><br/>What choice did she have?  She was now rebel scum, whether she liked it or not.</div></div><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1897580)