Namyr

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Namyr'Olgkru Lythune
Military Information
Callsign

Namyr

Rank

Sergeant

Squad

Raiders Squad

Division

Stormtrooper Corps

Biographical Information
Homeworld

Ryloth

Age

22

Species

Twi'lek

Gender

Female

Skin Color

Red

Height

6'0"

Weight

135lbs.

Bra Size

D

Eye Color

Yellow

Personal Information
Affiliation

Vast Empire

Nicknames

Nams, Nam Nam


Current Status[edit]

Military[edit]

Trooper within Raiders Squad, and a member of ARC Team Lambda.

Personal[edit]

Pending

Notable skills[edit]

  • Has had training in using Twi'lek spinning blades.
  • Has had training in a dangerous technique that combined dance steps to the Twi'lek spinning blades, to create a beautiful but deadly dance.
  • A talent for medicine
  • A slight Empathy skill that helps her read other people's emotions, usually this comes through when a person is injured. She's able to taste a person's pheromones to know their emotions. As she uses this skill it becomes easier and easier to tell people's emotion, so much it's gotten to a point that Namyr is able to cheat in cards.
  • Is able to pick up languages by hearing them, usually she get enough of the basics of a language to ask the basic questions.
  • Has a photographic memory.
  • Is able to hack into many systems and use many programs on computers, and can usually, 'jimmy,' different types of technology for whatever purpose she needs it for.
  • Has knowledge of hand to hand combat.
  • Has trained self not to be incapacitated when Lekku is pulled.
  • A lovely singing voice, but is too ashamed of this sign of being a female and hides it.

Bio[edit]

Appearance & Personality[edit]

Most of the time Namyr had a curvy build unless due to strees she has lost weight and reveals the muscle build she gained throughout her time in the service. She is 6' foot tall, 135 pounds, she has long legs, a toned stomach, and a pair of breast that seem to gain a lot of attention when she first meets someone. Her face it smooth and except for the blade shaped tattoos on her cheeks she would be a perfect example of the Twi'lek species. She likes out of mission having her Lekku free and hanging down her back, though in mission due to protecting them she ties them up with ribbon in a folded under fashion. Her hands are carefully taken care of, everyday they are smoothed by a salve that Blade Dancers use, and her nails are short and carefully manicured. Her favorite clothes are tanktops of assorted colors and black pants, simple compared to other Twi'lek dress.

Tough, one word sums up Namyr's personality, growing up on the harsh enviroment of Ryloth has taught Namyr to adapt to her surroundings and not complain about it. She uses stealth and brains to plan attacks during missions, and often goes off on her own to accomplish them. She headstrong and always thinks she's right and is willing to fight ti prove her point. Though she doesn't like getting in trouble and will fold under stress from the higher ups.

Immediate Family[edit]

  • Mother - Jiljoo
  • Father - Alask


  • Siblings in order of birth, starting with the oldest.
    • Brother - Aeros (oldest brother and sibing)
    • Sister - (Mala) (oldest sister)
    • Sister - (Beatrice)
    • Sister - (Seku)
    • Sister - Namyr (middle child)
    • Brother - (Rol)
    • Sister - (Jeanie)
    • Sister - (Lyn) (youngest sister)
    • Brother - (Orn) (youngest brother)

History[edit]

Pre-Empire Days[edit]

"Apple of my father's eye, the favourite, the pretty daughter," these things always described me, when someone spoke of me. I suppose that was true though I never thought I was treated any differently then my siblings. There were nine of us in all, I was one of the many middle children in my family, and probably could have drifted into everyday, ho hum life, if it wasn't because of my skin. Template:Image2 Out of the nine of us I was the only one cursed with red skin, a trait that it rare and considered beautiful to my kind. Because of it, I was always shoved into spotlight when I would have rather just trained with my blades, perfected my Twi'leki, or studied medicine. Therefore, as I grew, I guess my siblings began hating me for my skin. Even after I marred these so-called 'good looks,' with a simple blade shaped tattoo on each cheek, they still resented me. Not that they said anything, but I could feel it. That's something I can do, feel emotions. It's hard to explain; I don't really feel the emotions but rather taste them. Like happiness is a floating, soft, sweet taste, while rage is a more bitter, brackish mixture, that makes my tongue curl and my face scrunch up. Sometimes I'm lucky, I can block out the emotions around me, and only the strong ones take my attention. My mother says it has something to do with the pheromones people give out of their body, and I like a lizard can taste them with my tongue. She mentions that my great grandfather was able to do this, but I never met the man so could care less.


Then again, I'm not much of a shot either; I found this out early on in life. Yes, I'm decent with twin Twi'lek blades. However, when it comes down to shooting a gun I can't hit the broad side of a Rycrit. In fact the one time my older brother did allow me to shoot his gun, I ended up shooting out a window that was behind us, I have no idea how I did it, but I did. My brother laughed at my attempt, but then he found himself on his back a blade to his throat. I guess I do have a bad temper from time to time.


Mostly I become annoyed at people who try to get on my good side for their own gain. I also found out early in life, thanks to my empathy, that many males were only kind to me because of my looks. This makes me often bitter and hard spoken to most male species, but my trust an friendship must be earned, I'm too guarded a person to give so freely. Most males though after experiencing my bite and intelligence leave me alone, though there have been a few that have required a blade to their throat to quit their harassment.



I should have seen it coming, anyone could have, but they were my parents, and you wouldn't expect your parents to start selling off their children into slavery to pay their dept. I mean I knew my parents were gambling they always were at a bar somewhere playing whatever game was popular and losing most of our money. Perhaps I thought that somehow I'd be saved considering my parents had always had a certain softness towards me. We wept as one by one my siblings were taken away by one man or another. You probably ask why we didn't run away, but we had lived in this city our whole life and had nowhere to go, or money to leave. I had to look away from this and live in denial, there was no way that I would be sold into slavery, it just could happen. Nevertheless, it did.


I had come home from training and instantly felt something in the air, well more like tasted. At first all, I smelt was Rycrit stew and Munch-fungus bread, which was strange because my parents hadn't had enough money in the last month to buy a Rycrit meat. Then my nose was assaulted with another smell, fear which is sour tasting, and anxiety which has a fruity taste to it. As I entered the sitting room I saw a man sitting there, he merely nodded at me and my parents told me to go watch the stew to make sure it didn't burn. However, before I felt the room I tasted an emotion that made my skin crawl, lust, and a deep burning taste that I had often experienced when men watched us dance.

Then I realized what my parents were up to, they were going to sell me to this slaver. Of course, I had seen him before at the slave markets, but never thought to take mind to him. As I gripped, the spoon that I was supposed to stir the soup with I made a decision. I would not live the life of a slave or a bed warmer, I would run, anywhere I didn't care. Dropping the spoon, I ran out of the back door and kept running. I ran for days until I slipped into exhaustion and had to rest. I racked my brain to figure out what I could do, if I went home I would be taken to the slaver, if I kept running I would die.

Then I remembered speaking to someone that was a Storm trooper one day after blade practice. He mentioned something about with my talent with the blades I should join up and get off my home planet. I had laughed him off, but now that idea didn't seem so bad, and that's what I did.

Vast Empire Days[edit]

Pending


Personal Life[edit]

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Namyr and Riqimo, after Proving Grounds


Pending













VE Service history[edit]

Ranks[edit]

Ranks Start Until Reason for Promotion
Private January 3, 2007 January 7, 2007 N/A
Private First Class January 7, 2007 January 28, 2007 Graduated Basic Training
Lance Corporal January 28, 2007 February 18, 2007 "constant presence on mIRC... participation on ComNet"
Corporal n/a n/a n/a
Sergeant February 18, 2007 Current Became Commander of Training Assistant

Positions[edit]

Joined Vast Empire Army - January 3, 2007
Positions Start Until Reason for Change
Raiders Squad - Trooper January 7, 2007 Current N/A
Commander of Training Assistant February 18, 2007 Current "exceptional performance and demonstration, both on the field and in mIRC"
ARC Lambda - ARC July 22, 2007 Current Selected for the team

Awards[edit]

Pending

Story Participation[edit]

Story Start Date Story Type Number of Posts
The Raid January 10, 2007 Squad(Raiders) 20
Emerald Skies February 4, 2007 Personal 2
Twi'lek Named Namyr February 6, 2007 Personal 7
Negotiations Gone Sour February 21, 2007 Squad(Raiders) 12
Raider's Dating Game March 21, 2007 Personal 5
Chapter 8.5 (Raiders) June 10, 2007 Chapter(8.5) 14
Proving Grounds July 22, 2007 ARC(Lambda) 11
VE Hospital July 31, 2007 Personal 4
The Opaque Mirror August 8, 2007 Personal 0
TOTAL . . 75