Post by Amaranta on Feb 10, 2019 3:18:11 GMT -7
Name:Amaranta
Age: 17
Original or Canon Character?: original
Gender: female
Race/Species: human (apparently)
Height/Weight: 5'3/ 120lbs
Alliance: dark side sorta but no actual allegiance to anyone
Rank: slave
Weapons And Other Items: none
Lightsaber Design: n/a
Lightsaber Color: n/a (though if she were to get it would be crimson likely)
Lightsaber Form:n/a
Time Era: in between the fall of the old republic and the galactic republic. Frozen in carbonite.
Image:
Face-Claim:Danielle Campbell
Description:Amy stands at average height though she does walk around sometimes more hunched over and feral then most would think from a teen her age. She was very pretty as a young girl but she was a slave and so has scars from that. There is also a rather nasty scar around the neck from having her vocal cords ripped out and her tongue is slit slightly. There are other marks and bruises that never healed on her as well. Though she is still dangerously pretty despite these things. Her eyes are dark and piercing and almost seem like they are baring into your soul.
Personality:Amy is feral. She doesn't talk she doesn't even really know how to sign. She can, however, write in galactic basic and in huttese and a few languages that she was taught how to write in way back when. She is generally calm unless made upset. She's an attack dog of sorts as well. She does not know what freedom is and needs to be remanded as if she were some sort of animal. She'd be a beautiful young woman if only she were more refined. She understands orders and that's about it. She does like rain and jungle though. And she loves to dance.
History:Amaranta was born just Amaranta. She was sold into slavery by her parents to pay a debt. She wasn't too happy about that and the man that had her in the first place was harsh and unforgiving. She was only five when she was sold and life up until then hadn't been peachy either. Her father had been abusive so she knew how to handle that. However, the man that originally had her lost her in a bet to some crueler. It was with this person that she would spend a large majority of her life. He would change her life drastically.
She would learn to dance learn to write. Do all the things a good slave needed to do. But she would watch as she could save her comrades as they died at his hands or the hands of his fighting pits where none of them belonged. She tried to get mouthy with him only to be beaten. She would have her tongue split slightly in attempts to remind her bad things happened but that didn't work.
She would soon come to find out that she was force sensitive and strong but with no means on how to control it. She would with this new found power make life harder on her master but in turn would lose her ability to speak and be that particular cash cow for him as she had been taught to sing. Now all she could do was dance. She was then basically taught to be a hunting dog in human form. The pain in which she had endured became that which was used to hunt run away or kill his opposition. Until she became far to dangerous for him to handle and he would freeze her carbonite to be unfrozen when he had something that could teach her. However, that would never come to be and now she is in a strange world the carbonite box she had been frozen into having ejected her in a way. More like malfunctioned and let her out onto an unsepecting world which should fear her.
Role Play Sample:Amaranta glared at the man that was handling her at the moment. She hated being just for show and she hated how many of her fellow slaves at died because of this man's neglect. She opened her mouth to scream at him but that would be the last time she'd do that. The second later one would hear her last blood curdling scream as he vocal cords were ripped out of her leaving her nearly lifeless on the floor before the man. It would take weeks before she would be up and about again. But when she was she was even more unruly than before.
Her powers within the force began to bloom even more and the man was thrown from one side of his yacht to the other side and was nearly killed. So she was brought forth to him yet again. She'd have been screaming but he saw to it she couldn't do that. She was kicking though. And then there was a machine or a table she didn't know what and she was being tied to something. She tried to get away but she couldn't. It was all darkness then. She didn't hear didn't see. She didn't know for how long until she felt ground on her feet again. She still couldn't see and she felt like throwing up which she promptly did but there was nothing around her to help and she had no clue what was going on.
Age: 17
Original or Canon Character?: original
Gender: female
Race/Species: human (apparently)
Height/Weight: 5'3/ 120lbs
Alliance: dark side sorta but no actual allegiance to anyone
Rank: slave
Weapons And Other Items: none
Lightsaber Design: n/a
Lightsaber Color: n/a (though if she were to get it would be crimson likely)
Lightsaber Form:n/a
Time Era: in between the fall of the old republic and the galactic republic. Frozen in carbonite.
Image:
Face-Claim:Danielle Campbell
Description:Amy stands at average height though she does walk around sometimes more hunched over and feral then most would think from a teen her age. She was very pretty as a young girl but she was a slave and so has scars from that. There is also a rather nasty scar around the neck from having her vocal cords ripped out and her tongue is slit slightly. There are other marks and bruises that never healed on her as well. Though she is still dangerously pretty despite these things. Her eyes are dark and piercing and almost seem like they are baring into your soul.
Personality:Amy is feral. She doesn't talk she doesn't even really know how to sign. She can, however, write in galactic basic and in huttese and a few languages that she was taught how to write in way back when. She is generally calm unless made upset. She's an attack dog of sorts as well. She does not know what freedom is and needs to be remanded as if she were some sort of animal. She'd be a beautiful young woman if only she were more refined. She understands orders and that's about it. She does like rain and jungle though. And she loves to dance.
History:Amaranta was born just Amaranta. She was sold into slavery by her parents to pay a debt. She wasn't too happy about that and the man that had her in the first place was harsh and unforgiving. She was only five when she was sold and life up until then hadn't been peachy either. Her father had been abusive so she knew how to handle that. However, the man that originally had her lost her in a bet to some crueler. It was with this person that she would spend a large majority of her life. He would change her life drastically.
She would learn to dance learn to write. Do all the things a good slave needed to do. But she would watch as she could save her comrades as they died at his hands or the hands of his fighting pits where none of them belonged. She tried to get mouthy with him only to be beaten. She would have her tongue split slightly in attempts to remind her bad things happened but that didn't work.
She would soon come to find out that she was force sensitive and strong but with no means on how to control it. She would with this new found power make life harder on her master but in turn would lose her ability to speak and be that particular cash cow for him as she had been taught to sing. Now all she could do was dance. She was then basically taught to be a hunting dog in human form. The pain in which she had endured became that which was used to hunt run away or kill his opposition. Until she became far to dangerous for him to handle and he would freeze her carbonite to be unfrozen when he had something that could teach her. However, that would never come to be and now she is in a strange world the carbonite box she had been frozen into having ejected her in a way. More like malfunctioned and let her out onto an unsepecting world which should fear her.
Role Play Sample:Amaranta glared at the man that was handling her at the moment. She hated being just for show and she hated how many of her fellow slaves at died because of this man's neglect. She opened her mouth to scream at him but that would be the last time she'd do that. The second later one would hear her last blood curdling scream as he vocal cords were ripped out of her leaving her nearly lifeless on the floor before the man. It would take weeks before she would be up and about again. But when she was she was even more unruly than before.
Her powers within the force began to bloom even more and the man was thrown from one side of his yacht to the other side and was nearly killed. So she was brought forth to him yet again. She'd have been screaming but he saw to it she couldn't do that. She was kicking though. And then there was a machine or a table she didn't know what and she was being tied to something. She tried to get away but she couldn't. It was all darkness then. She didn't hear didn't see. She didn't know for how long until she felt ground on her feet again. She still couldn't see and she felt like throwing up which she promptly did but there was nothing around her to help and she had no clue what was going on.