Avi Za
Avi Za
Race: Isolari (Near Human)
Sex: Female
Occupation: Freelance
Profession: Mechanic
Homeworld: Isol
Organization: Civilians
History
Avi's current situation is precarious yet hopeful. Fresh from her daring escape from captivity in the seedy underbelly of Nar Shaddaa, she now navigates the chaos of the Smuggler's Moon with a blend of trepidation and determination. The lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, a place known for its lawlessness and desperation, had been a harrowing experience, a stark contrast to the isolated serenity of her homeworld, Isol.
Now free, Avi is in survival mode. She is a stranger in a bustling metropolis of opportunity and peril. With her deep knowledge of mechanics and engineering, honed both in her family's workshop and during her involuntary servitude, she seeks out work in the shadowy corners of the spaceport. She takes on odd jobs, repairing anything from a rusty speeder bike to a damaged droid, using her skills to earn enough credits for food and shelter.
Living conditions are a far cry from the icy elegance of her homeworld. She finds herself renting a small, cramped room in a busy tenement, where the hum of the city is a constant companion. It's a place to lay her head, a temporary refuge where she can plan her next move.
Despite the challenges, Avi is resilient. She leverages her unique abilities to stand out among the many faces of Nar Shaddaa, offering her services to those who can appreciate the artistry of her work. As she builds her reputation, she is cautious but not closed off, knowing that trust must be earned in a place where it's as valuable as the rarest commodity.
RP Hooks
- Nar Shaddaa: (Under Construction)
Associates
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The History of the Isolari
In the depths of a clandestine Arkanian laboratory, a new race was born. The Sepho-Omwatian Synthetica, a genetic marvel, were the product of a daring experiment combining Omwati and Sephi DNA. The Arkanians, renowned for their scientific prowess, had envisioned a race that would embody beauty and musicality. However, the outcome diverged from their expectations. While aesthetically pleasing, the Sepho-Omwatian Synthetica were fragile, their bodies more delicate than intended. Yet, they possessed an unexpected gift – a high intellect that surpassed their creators’ predictions.
Despite their intelligence (or perhaps because of it), the Sepho-Omwatian Synthetica were deemed a failure by the Arkanians. The project, initially aimed at creating a subservient race, was abruptly terminated due to their pride and independence. Now deemed irrelevant, they were left to fend for themselves. This betrayal ingrained a deep sense of distrust in them towards other species, shaping their future as a reclusive race.
In their quest for a haven, the they discovered a remote world on the galaxy’s rim, which they named Isol (a planet in isolation), and they began calling themselves the Isolari. This tundra planet, with its harsh, icy landscapes, became their sanctuary. Leveraging their innate intellect and the skills inherited from their progenitors, the Isolari built a civilization that was a marvel of efficiency and beauty. They transformed the frigid wastelands into a habitable zone where their culture could thrive in isolation.
Over the millennia, the Isolari developed a unique culture, a tapestry woven from the remnants of their Omwati and Sephi heritage. Their music and art became the cornerstones of their society, reflecting the beauty of their soul and the harshness of their world. However, their culture was also marked by xenophobia, a protective shell forged from the memory of their abandonment.
The Isolari thrived in their solitude, their society evolving in a bubble, untouched and uncorrupted by the galaxy’s turmoils. Their technology advanced, yet they remained hidden from the galaxy, venturing out only when necessary and always cloaked in secrecy. Their cities, a blend of their ancestral architectural styles, stood as silent testimonies to their desire for isolation.
As the galactic landscape shifted and new powers emerged, the Isolari found themselves inadvertently drawn into the broader galactic narrative. Incidents of contact with explorers and traders began to increase. Each encounter left a mark on the Isolari psyche, slowly chipping away at the walls they had built around themselves.
In recent years, the newest generation has begun to question the tenets of their isolationist philosophy. Curious about the galaxy and driven by a desire to explore and learn, these young Isolari represent a potential shift in their society’s trajectory. The debate between maintaining their seclusion and exploring the galaxy has become a central theme in their cultural discourse.
Today, the Isolari stand at a crossroads. While many cling to the traditional values of isolation and xenophobia, a growing number advocate for cautious engagement with the galaxy. The once monolithic culture of the Isolari is now a mosaic of old and new, tradition and change. As they grapple with these internal conflicts, the galaxy watches, curious about the potential role this enigmatic race might play in the broader cosmic tapestry.
