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Name- Tria Felt
Alias/AKA- Tria
Gender- Female
Age- 21
Species- Corellian
Birth planet- Corellia
Current Homeplanet- Here and there

Relations/Friends/Lovers-
Relations: Mother Sara (deceased)
Half-Sister Kyri (ran away)
Father Unknown Solider
Half-Brother Juran (Gutter Rat)
Master: -
Padawans: -
Friends: A few smugglers, some thieves, a couple of soldiers, mechanics, general lowlifes
Her best friends would be Juran, when ever he isn't in trouble
And Syman when he was alive
Lachfort and Yana
Lovers: A CorSec solider who left her for another, younger girl, his name was Raul
One of her smuggler friends, Syman who died during one of his runs - possible sabotage

Physical Description-
Height: 175cm
Build: thin but steady looking, long thin face
Eyes: striking blue
Hair: dark brown, always held up on top of her head
Clothing: Skin tight black pants with Corellian blood stripes down each side, skin tight black top to match with red trimming around the side. Long dark woollen cloak for when it gets cold, several mechanic suits and one very stained flight suit

Personality- Head strong and a bit of a know it all but knows when she has a chance to win an argument and when best to just shut up. She can become quite irritable when she is stressed out and usually people just avoid her at that time. She is quick to laugh and make stupid comments and is often on completely different tangents to other people. She loves being a mechanic and relishes when things go right. Tria is often found hanging out with her friends at one of the local bars (usually ones that most sane people avoid) and has a reputation of out drinking anyone. She is carefree and loves life and living on the edge.

Hobbies- Pilot - likes to tinker with old fighters and fly them - has a little side business fixing up junked fighters and selling them - she is quite successful. At the moment one of her projects is a highly damaged Firespray craft much like the infamous Bounty Hunter's - she is finding it quite difficult to get parts to suit though
Occupation- Mechanic & Part-time Smuggler (at the moment)
Affiliation- Neutral (for the moment)
Weapons- Small blaster pistol, several throwing knives secreted about her body, stun grenades
Transportation- At the moment none as her Firespray wont even get off of the ground, she has to rely on stowing away or getting lifts from her smuggler friends

History/Background information- (BIO) Tria was born to Sara on Corellia in the side streets, a full nine months after Sara flirted with some visiting solider in the bar that she was a waitress in. From an early age, Tria learnt the art of 'putty sad face' in order to get her way and invoke sympathy amongst more wealthy folk. Not long after Tria was born, Sara was pregnant again and this time had a boy, named Juran. From an early age Tria and Juran were quite inseparable, and a formidable team, one would distract the 'target' whilst the other would slip in and steal their money. They had been caught on a few occasions but nothing really happened to them, Sara pleading with the officer to let her wayward children go and that they were 'innocents'. Often such exchanges would lead to Sara offering the man (and sometimes woman) a favour in order to keep her children safe.
When Tria was 8 and Juran was 7, one of the officers, took a fancy to Sara and took her away from the bar that she was currently working at, Sara, being an opportunist, took the man up on his offer and went to live with him, leaving her two children behind at the bar. Faced with the knowledge that they must fend for themselves, Tria and Juran quickly joined a gang of young roughens led by a 14 year old boy who called himself Fire on the account that he had an obsession with fire. For three years Tria and Juran followed the boy's lead as the gang was 'employed' by various officials, smugglers and the like to do their dirty work, often resulting in the death of one or two of the gangs members each major 'job' but these were quickly replaced by new faces.
Close to Tria's twelfth birthday, she was noticed by Fire who had decided she was of an age to become his 'woman', Tria endured his advances, but when he called her one of the names she had heard her mother being called she slapped him. Enraged Fire, went to hit her back only to find Juran grabbing him in a head lock. Within moments, Fire was chocked to death by Juran, his body falling to the floor, frightened of what the others would do to them, Tria and Juran ran away from the gang and set out to try and find their mother.
They knew exactly where she was, having spied her and her new 'husband' and their new half sister. Tria and Juran slipped into their mothers room, their mother had shrieked, causing their new sister Kyri to cry, Tria quickly went to her mother with soothing words whilst Juran's grabby hands cradled his little sister till she stopped sobbing. Tria told Sara what had happened to them since she had left and demanded to know why she had never come to find them. Sara quickly professed that her 'husband' had told her that they had died and that she prayed for their souls every night. Enraged that she had been lied to Sara confronted the officer who hit her hard enough that she fell down the stairs and cracked her skull. Frightened Tria stole Kyri and together with Juran they left the city that they had born and grew up in to try and make a life in a new one.
Not knowing anyone in the new city, Tria and Juran, with little Kyri in tow made their way to the only sort of places that they knew, in one of them they were extremely lucky to find Lachfort and his daughter Yana who took them into their home. It was quickly obvious to Tria what business the man was in and offered to help. Lachfort was surprised at her request and quickly started teaching her the art of being a mechanic whilst Yana taught her how to fly. Juran not being content which such a life continued his thieving ways, often bringing back information to Lachfort and Yana that they could use. Kyri was always sullen and despondent, she
knew that her father was an 'important man' and that she would 'tell on them' to him and that he would 'lock them all up'. Juran quickly got sick of her whining and completed ignored her, whilst Tria tried her best to be the big sister but Kyri was just a brat, and that was it. As Tria and Juran got older, made friends with thieves, bounty hunters and most of all smugglers, Kyri became more and more distant until on her twelfth birthday (same age Tria took Kyri) when Tria was 20, she left in search of her father. Juran tried to follow her but quickly lost the trail. For the past year Tria had tried to find out what had happened to Kyri but still hasn't found out.
In the eight years living with Lachfort and Yana, Tria became best friends with a young smuggler by the name of Syman, who was only 4 years her senior. He stood by her through thick and thin including the time when she became the lover of a dashing CorSec officer who was trying to find a fugitive, who was Lachfort by the way, the officer soon grew tired of her and threw her out on the streets in favour of a younger more pliable woman. Tria didn't know who did it, but by morning the man was dead in a bar brawl and the CorSec had left them all alone. Syman had comforted Tria until the early hours of the morning and Tria knew then that he wasn't just a friend.
Though she knew she cared for Syman she was unwilling to do anything about it until several months after the Raul incident they had both been on a smuggling run and had been hiding on a dark moon, the adrenaline pumping through their veins after the close encounter and came together in a flurry of energy. When they finally returned to Lachfort's place, Juran had beamed at the pair with an 'about time' and the pair became inseparable after that. That was until Syman's brother had convinced him to come with him on 'the biggest run yet' and they both had died, the side of their ship exploding 10 minutes after they had left, leaving a orange smear in the sky that the watching Tria stared at in shock
til Juran had held her close, the tears for her lost lover flowed gut of her in a torrent.
Since that event 6 months ago, Tria had tried to find out who could have possibly have tampered with the ship after she had serviced it, convinced that it was not an accident and that someone had set out to kill Syman and his brother. Dividing her time between the search for what happened to Kyri, the culprit behind Syman's demise and getting her old Firespray up off of the ground, Tria hasn't got much spare time for anything else.

Sample RPG Post:
Tria had thrown her bag onto the floor with a large clutter, startling Juran who had been reading quietly in the corner. He had sensed her foul mood before she had even entered the room and watched her wearily from his chair as she paced back and forth in the room, she gave him a searching look before slumping in the chair next to him, laying her head on his shoulder.
I hate my job
Juran chuckled and put an arm around her No you don't, you love it, you just hate it when things go wrong
Tria giggled in reply, an odd sound coming from her, True, but that still doesn't make me feel better, the stupid exhaust system wont work for some reason, I made sure everything is clean, I oiled all of the mechanisms, heck I even gave it a good polish, but as a thanks what does it do? Nothing!
Tria sighed letting the frustration wash out of her as Lachfort entered the room. He eyed the dumped bag in the corner and the two young adults on the couch.
Exhaust still not working?
Tria shook her head, Lachfort had been helping her try and get the old Firespray off the ground ever since Syman's 'accident'. It had become her passion ever since the smuggler had died, she even slept inside it after working so long, falling to exhaustion on its sterile floors more often than sleeping in her own bed.
Juran raised an eyebrow I know this sounds silly, but have you connected it up?
Tria jumped to her feet knocking Juran back How could I be so stupid she kissed Juran on the forehead before grabbing her bag off of the floor and running out of the room.
Juran shook his head and returned to his book, Lachfort trying to hide his smile.

Backstory

9 months earlier...

Tria Felt staggered down the alley way and into the small abode, her footsteps clamouring on the floor loudly to her own ears, jarring through her brain like needles. Footsteps echoed behind her and she groaned, using her hand, she balanced her self unto the stool at the end of the bench and rested her sore head in her hands.
Been out of the town have you dear sister? He placed a cup of vile looking liquid in front of her.

Tria groaned at her brother, not even bothering to look at him.
Go away Juran, I'm not in the mood
She grabbed the drink and skulled it down in one hit, ignoring the foul taste with a slight shudder.
Juran sat himself down on the stool next to her leaning in close
Was it wise, dear sister, to get so drunk on the eve of our departure, the Vong are coming, you know it. We HAVE to leave before it is too late
Tria raised her head to face her brother and nodded solemnly, thoughts of her almost but not quite completed ship entering her head, she had grown quite attached to it, it had been her hobby, her saviour in the months following Syman's death, she felt like in leaving it behind she was also leaving Syman behind and that tore at her, making her feel raw.
I wish I could bring it with us
Juran beamed at her, the secret he had been holding all day threatening to explode out of him.
But you can, I have already organised it, Kila and her crew have allowed you the space to store your craft, at a small price that is
And what is that price little brother?
Juran just simply smiled at her question You don't have to worry about that sister. Now get some sleep, I'm sure you'll be feeling terrible in the morning
Tria's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but knowing that her brother would not elaborate any further she slinked off to bed, laying her sore head on the pillow, trying not to think about tomorrow.

Tria boarded the smuggler's vessel, casting a quick glance over at the large freighter housing her pride and joy. On the ground Juran had noticed her glance and gave her a quick thumbs up before disappearing behind into one of the smaller vessels. Juran had been busy, securing not only a spot for Tria's Firespray but also a job for himself. The city was in a mild panic but Tria knew in her heart that if she even stayed but one more day it would be 10 times worse tomorrow.
Nightmares again Tria?
Tria's head turned at the voice and gave Lachfort a wane smile that quickly disappeared into a nod.
I don't know why, but I keep having the same dream of a dark cloud engulfing everyone, but when the darkness gets close enough I wake up before I see its face.
Tria shuddered at the thought and stared out at spaceport as the ship that Juran had boarded lifted up and shot off into the atmosphere.
Lachfort put a comforting hand on Tria's shoulder, Come on, lets get seated, I might even allow you to fly for a bit
Tria gave Lachfort a bright smile with a shake of her head, when she was younger Lachfort had always tried cheering her up by letting her pilot his ship, but ever since Syman had died the fun had gone out of it. She followed him up to the cockpit, seeing Tria Yana got up from the co-pilot seat and motioned for Tria to sit down.
It's your ship, you sit there, I'm fine sitting back here
Nonsense, you are a much better pilot than me and who knows what we'll encounter
Tria conceded and sat down in the seat, reading the ship for its take off.

The trip was much less eventful than Yana thought and they landed safely down on the small moon that was to become their home for the next few months to see what would happen to Corellia. As soon as the ship landed Tria quickly leapt out of her seat and ran off to find the ship that had carried her Firespray.

What a heap of junk remarked a handsome young blond man, referring to Tria's ship. The man he was talking to noticed Tria walking up and grimaced slowly. Tria sidled past them, giving the blond man a sour look as she walked past the blond man whistled in appreciation.
And who is that?
That is Tria Felt and you have just insulted her ship.
The blond man grimaced slightly before patting the other man on the back.
Wish me luck.
The other man shook his head as the blond man walked away, debating whether or not he would wait and watch the cocky blond man get seriously burnt.

Tria ignored the man as she walked around her ship inspecting it for any damages. The man lounged on the ramp waiting her to have to squeeze past in to get inside. Tria noticed a loose panel on the side of the ship and tried prying it open but with no luck, she glanced around trying to locate something to help her.
Need some help?
The blonde man asked positioning himself next to Tria, so close that she could smell him. She pushed past.
I can do it myself
With a sharp groan the blonde man pried the panel open and stood back with a satisfied grin on his face. Tria rolled her eyes and looked into the panel and noticed that several relays had been taken about and yelled in frustration. The blonde man had sensed her anger and had prudently disappeared whilst Tria scowled in frustration.

Oh come on sis, why such the sour face?
Tria turned to find Juran standing behind her, his clothes all dirty and his face smeared with soot. She gave him a quick hug before returning to her inspection.
Some of my relays are gone and who knows what else.
The blonde man had reappeared and his eyes narrowed at Juran being so close to the woman he was trying to seduce.
Ah Juran, wouldn't it be easier if you cleaned yourself up a little before trying to score a date? But then again, conduits don't need seducing do they?
Juran turned to the blonde man his face darkening in anger at the arrival of his rival Leave whilst you still have your dignity Mache
Mache laughed at Juran as Tria reappeared. He walked up to her holding out her missing relays Found these, thought you might like them back.
Tria snatched them out of his hands, trying not to touch him in anyway, but Mache was too quick and held onto her right hand Perhaps you'd like to have dinner some time?
Tria pulled her hand out of his grasp, Not if you were the last man alive. She turned and walked away, Juran slapped Mache on the shoulder before following his sister, he paused in the ramp doorway Touch luck Mache.

Mache scowled and stormed away, thinking of new ways he could try and seduce the lovely Tria.

Juran frowned as he watched his sister examine her ship, Tria, you shouldn't be so closed to others, I know you are still upset about Syman, but it is time to let him go, he wouldn't have wanted you mopping about for this long after him.
I'm not mopping, I'm just waiting
Waiting for what? For someone to live up to these make believe standards that you have put on Syman, even if he were to walk through that door now, he wouldn't even live up to those standards. And why can't you just have a little bit of fun, don't worry about life long commitments, I'm not saying take up Mache, he's a shmuck, but there are plenty of guys I know that would love to take you out.
Tria turned angrily on her brother.
What so you are going to dictate my life to me now, this coming from you, who can't even take the same girl out on a date more than once. Just leave me alone Juran. Tria stalked out of her ship and strode over to where Mache was unpacking some boxes angrily.
Come get me at 7
Mache watched in wonder as Tria strode away and caught Juran's eyes with a sly wink before returning to his unpacking, fully aware of Juran's angry glare on his back.

Tria ate her meal in silence, trying to do anything but look her date in the eye, she knew Juran was right and it wasn't very nice of her to use Mache in such a way, but Mache didn't seem to mind, he was happy being seen sitting with her. During the course of the afternoon he had gathered as much information as he could on her, loving the knowledge that she was in fact Juran's older sister and that most of the smugglers lusted after her. And yet it was he, not any of the others sitting in front of her taking her out to dinner, he had quite the evening planned.
As Tria finished her meal, she stood up and looked Mache in the eye, I'm sorry I can't do this. But Mache was prepared for this and stood up too, he laid some chips on the table for the bill and looped his arm through Tria's, knowing that she couldn't get out unless she made a scene.
Once they got outside, Tria forcefully disentangled herself and Mache's face fell the pair of them standing in awkward silence until Tria looked up her eyes brimming with tears.
I'm sorry, but I can't do this, I can't just use you, not with Syman's...
Mache placed a comforting hand on top of hers It's okay, I must admit my intentions weren't entirely honourable either. Hey how about this, how about we just go out as friends instead, I know a great little movie place just around the corner, the latest holo movies.
Tria nodded and the pair of them made their way down the street.

Over the next few months, Mache and Tria went out often as friends, laughing and generally just having fun. After a two weeks, Mache and Juran put aside their differences and the trio had become almost inseparable. Tria and Juran had cried when they heard of Corellia's occupation, each vowing silently that they would find a way to see their home planet once again. But Lachfort upon hearing the news had grown quiet and had become sick, Yana stayed looking after him whilst Tria, Mache and Juran made smuggling runs. Slowly Tria's Firespray came together, but her thoughts always strayed to Kyri, wondering if she made it off of the planet before it was occupied.

Now
Tria skipped along the path, her hair flowing out behind her, uncharacteristically loose and flying around her head, a large grin on her face. Mache turned at the sounds of her footsteps and put his hands on his hips
And why are you so happy?
My ship is ready to be taken on a hyperdrive test flight
Mache wiped his hands and gave her a hug.
Well then what are you waiting for?
Tria shrugged, her face falling,How's Lachfort, is it a good or a bad day?
Mache glanced quickly at the small apartment that Tria and her family lived in A bad day, he can't even sit up
Tria turned to face Juran who had come down the stairs, Tria nodded and made her way past him and into the apartment. Laying on his back Lachfort's blood shot eyes caught site of Tria and he struggled to sit up, Tria quickly made her way over to him.
No don't. I have good news Lachfort, my ship is ready for its first test flight.
Lachfort gave her a smile, he had lost the ability to speak a month ago and tapped his chest to signify that he was proud of her. Tria's eyes brimmed with tears and he wiped them away with a trembling hand.
We are proud of you Tria, for taking such a hard job on all by yourself. We had both worried that you spent too much time with it, drowning out your sorrow that is until Mache came into our lives. We are so proud
Tria's eyes reached Yana's and she nodded. Lachfort grabbed Tria's hand with surprising strength, his eyes boarding into hers, wishing her luck and giving her his strength. His eyes closed and his breathing became a regard pattern of sleep. Slowly Tria pulled her hand free and kissed him on the forehead.
Mache and Juran waited on the steps until she came down and the three of them almost ran to the space dock.

All ready Black Beauty Tria flicked a few switches as the Firespray came shuddering to life, it's distinctive whine filling the space port. To her left she noticed Black Beauty lifting off to accompany her on her test flight. She smiled and pulled the ship about and took off into the atmosphere. Tria slowly brought her ship side by side with Black Beauty giving the two inside a big grin before taking off
Come on race you
Within seconds Black Beauty started catching up with her as she dove around the space debris, the sleek smugglers craft winding along behind her. Tria smiled as the ship did a dramatic twist turn, her brother's trademark that he had often employed when being in pursuit.
Race you to Helcot 3
Not deeming to reply Tria quickly set her nav computer to the desired location and clicked her comm in reply before shooting into hyperspace preparing for the short hyperspace hops that she would have to take to get there. Her ship made it out of the first hop just seconds before the Black Beauty appeared, she tipped her wings slightly before pulling the trigger to jump back into hyperspace. But as she pulled the trigger an electrical pulse ran through the console and up her hand knocking her out instantly as the ship shot back into hyperspace.

Tria groaned and rubbed her head, her thoughts dazed for a moment until she remembered what had happened. She glanced down and noticed that her nav computer was completely fried.
Black Beauty, I'm okay, my ship just decided to go a little haywire, but I repeat I'm doing fine, I will need a little help as my nav computer is fried
Tria rubbed her head again, trying to get away the lingering headache. The eerie quiet deafening her.
Black Beauty are you even there? Juran? Mache?
Tria looked out of her window at the strange planet that her ship had automatically been aiming for.
Where am I?

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