Tlon'osash'iagors "Sasha"

Age: 26
Species: Chiss
Height: 5’5"
Skin Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red-in-Red
Birthplace: Sarvchi

Description: Sasha favors a good, solid coat over ordinary if reasonably fashionable ‘travel wear’. The kind of clothing that conceals figure (and more) while doing a reasonably good job of blending in no matter what planet she lands on. She’s on the short side but possesses a natural athleticism that reveals a physically active life. Her voice is a pleasant alto, her Basic only slightly accented, and she’s a passable singer when the occasion arises.

Biography: Even within the highly organized Chiss Ascendancy, people fall through the cracks. A backwater planet like Sarvchi had backwater cities like Chiniu, and in the slums, occasionally a kid like Sasha could turn up. Tlon’osash’iagors was a Tlon, a local ‘house’ to denote a child whose parents were unknown. Her earliest memories were scavenging for food, huddling for warmth next to industrial thermal vents and picking up language and survival skills from the handful of homeless or criminal Chiss willing to put up with a child.

Her fortunes changed when Mirobra’roa’renimlu took her in. The lead for a local branch of a planetary wide criminal network, Aroar saw an advantage to recruiting a child who would be ignored by adults where one of his adult operatives might draw unwanted attention. Aroar used Sasha for con jobs, recon and courier work and she in turn received an education, a bed and the essentials. Even now, she doesn’t look back on that as a bad deal.

As Sasha grew into maturity, she partnered with an old slicer named Boco’rak’cuhek who taught her the basics. Sasha’s passion for a fast ride combined with a facility for mechanical and electrical bypass led to her becoming a specialized thief and transporter, particularly of speeders. Stealing vehicles was lucrative and went a long way towards helping her get by as an orphan in a culture so focused on heritage and House.

Then she started getting lucky. Too lucky, too often. Races kept going her way. She ducked trouble a few too many times for coincidence. Once or twice, something moved towards her hand before her fingers touched it.

Her old mentor Mirobra’roa’renimlu had helped smuggle a few Force Sensitive Chiss out of the Ascendancy so Sasha knew what this meant. Burning most of her lavish savings bought her texts on alien space, a Basic language tutor and finally passage out of Ascendancy space.

Viscara wasn’t an intentional destination, though. She dreamed about it. Saw flashes of…something, people talking maybe. But mostly she woke from these dreams with an abiding sense of serenity and the knowledge that maybe this orphan Tlon was meant for something more after all.

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