Nira Portian

[Nira Portian]

Nira Portian
19 :: Corellian/Human/Loner :: Lookout
Currently in: Few cliques outside Corellian Capital

Character Background
Raised on the streets, Nira learned to take care of herself at an early age. She had been there all her life, so she didn't think it such a bad lot, except when she was hungry... which wasn't often if she could help it.
When the ship crashed down and threw her life into more chaos, it wasn't far from her sector of the city, she knew there had to be a change. In the streets where she lived, the slums were home to all kinds. No one cared if you were Republic, Alliance, Imperial or a cutthroat. As long as the deals were covert, and the heirarchy in each sector was respected, things were BUSINESS AS USUAL.
After the ship came down, that all changed. The Alliance and Republic members and sympathizers were no longer tolerated. The locals started leaving the bodies of such people out for others to see as a warning. And Nira was no different. She had slit more than her fair share of throats in the last few months. But she knew there was something more she could do.
In the pleasure house where she worked as a bartender, she overheard something she shouldn't have. Alliance supporters planning and plotting. She followed them just outside the city where she found a set of houses, an old plantation of some kind, that was being used for smuggling of all sorts. Knowing she couldn't take it down herself, she began to make sure that comms of intel landed in the right hands on a regular basis.

Raw Material
. Nira is young, 19, but if one knows what to look for, she is older than her years in experiences (more bad than good)


Excellent with a knife, and incredibly good with a rifle, she can hold her own against nearly anything.
Her weakness is in hand to hand. While she can hold a knife well enough not to lose it in a tussle, grabbing and holding on to a person is a skill she hasn't quite mastered.
With dark hair and eyes, she can appear menacing or ethereal depending what circumstances warrant. In the pleasure house, many call her exotic. Those who know her call her Nexu for her ability to claw and bite with bullet and steel.
Her loyalty is with the Empire. While she hadn't cared who ruled as she was growing up, the Star Destroyer ruining her quiet existence had tilted her severely to hating the Alliance and the Republic, by connection.


Plot Ideas
. Recruited for Intel or Army of the Empire



Discovered and sold off world



Existing Relationships

.The owner of the pleasure house, CORELLIAN ORCHID, is like a father figure to her. He knows of her nighttime exploits and continueusly warns her to be careful. Her rifle is his old Imperial sniper rifle. It's old, but it's remarkably maintained and never failed her. He taught her to shoot.



The ladies in the house consider her a baby sister, some are overly protective of her to the point of turning down clients who INSISTE they won't play unless Nira joins in.
She is no stranger to what men are capable of (mostly the ugly side). She killed a man for pushing her limits beyond what she stated she would allow. That's why she tends bar now, instead. (Apparently, killing clients isn't good for business)


Current Plots

. Nira has discovered a band of Alliance supporters who are smuggling from a location just outside the city. She is keeping the Empire informed of operations via comm missives every ten days.

[Nira Portian]

Born in the lower slums of Corellia, Nira never knew her father. Her mother worked at a local pleasure house, The Corellian Orchid, and died in childbirth. She was raised with the few other kids born to the women of pleasure, and the owner became the only father she ever identified with.

From cleaning to eventually being a market and message runner, Nira soon became the eyed favorite of the owner, Dirx, and his patrons. Her sweet nature was never ending, till someone cornered her. Nira soon became knows as the Orchid's little Sith cat. When cornered, she could make a grown man regret his actions and words.
At 13, Nira started working. First she was a server and common room helper. By 15 she learned to use the energy pistol behind the bar and became a server. At 16 her flower was taken by a generous man and her life as a pleasure woman began.

When Nira was 17 a smuggler who had paid for her for the evening crossed the line. When she finally managed to kick, bite and claw her way free, she got to his pile of belongings and shot him with his own pistol as he lunged at her a final time. With a black eye and claw marks to her back and hips, it was labeled self-defense. Every patron who knew her, and even the local law enforcers backed her story and no charges were brought to her or the House. At that point, Dirx, the owner, made her a permanent bar tender.


Things went smoothly, as much as they can in the slums, till the day all hell broke loose.


Fighting had picked up in all the sectors of the city. While the uptown areas weren't immune, the low towns and slums suffered the worst of it.


Suddenly- a scream loud enough to be heard by everyone in the city erupted in the air and the ground shook as if the ground as of the entire planet had suddenly been torn asunder. A cloud of dirt and debris, like the fabled Tatooine dust storms, tore through the streets like a tidal wave and made travel in the capital impossible for nearly two days.

When the chaos settled and the air cleared, a Star Destroyer lay crashed in a huge crater hole in the center of the whole mess.

Life changed that day.

Six months ago, Alliance and Republic sympathizers were tolerated as long as they kept their heads down and didn't disrupt the local syndicates. Now they were actively hunted, discovered, and made examples of.

[Nira Portian]

TRAINING


At the age of 15, or whenever a new girl joins the House, Dirx trains everyone on the small energy pistol behind the bar. He also made sure each girl could handle a knife well enough to keep hold of it if confronted.


At age 17, after Nira killed a man, Dirx made sure to teach her to be an expert with both the knife and pistol. When he discovered she had an affinity for them, he decided to teach her more.


Calling her 'the daughter he never had', which surprised a lot of folks since he called all the women there 'his girls', he trained his little Sith Cat on every weapon he could get his hands on. Having previously been a Trooper in the Imperial Army, his personal arsenal was nothing to laugh at. By the time Nira was 18, she had learned to fire most energy pistols, a few different kinds of hand held slug throwers, and the sniper rifle he had used in the service. Her favorite soon became the long arm. She took it out to the outskirts every chance she got, shooting small animals to help supplement the Orchid's kitchen. When she began spying on the smugglers, Dirx officially gifted her the rifle for her 19th birthday which was the day after the Destroyer crashed.

[Nira Portian]

PERSONALITY


Nira is a fun loving bartender. She is often considered 'one of the guys', yet it's not lost to any of the men that she's ALL WOMAN.


Usually dressed in denims and a tight tanktop, she is wholly aware of her sexuality and isn't beneath using it if the situation warrants it. She's been known to stick her lip out and pout to get an unruly drunk to pay his tab. She's also not too bashful to sway her hips and promise a kiss to a rowdy dunk to get him to head home after a night of debauchery and pleasure.


Despite all that, everyone who knows her also knows she is no wall flower to be trifled with. All the guys know of the man she killed and of the ever present knife she has hidden someplace on her all the time. While quick with a joke, or a tease to 'go home to the wife', she also will become fiercely protective of the other girls in the House and is often the first one upstairs at the first sign of a problem.


Abuse of the ladies has declined drastically since she has taken over as their 'protector' and many women from other Houses are on the long waiting list to come to the Orchid.

[Nira Portian]

GHOST IN THE GRASS (https://theholo.net/forum/showthread.php?57225-Ghost-in-the-grass)


While tending bar at the Corellian Orchid, Nira over hears talks of smugglers. Normally, such murmurings wouldn't phase her, but in this time of upheaval, she starts to wonder just who is benefiting from the unsavory acts.

Following the men the first time, Nira discovers that food and weapons are being smuggled in for Alliance and Republican sympathizers. The second time, a few weeks later, it's people being smuggled in. Realizing something must be done, she records the coordinates, along with a short message, to the Empire on a small comm device. The next week, while at the Relief Center to gather her weekly ration share of additional food, she slips the comm stick onto the desk of the Trooper taking names and ident cards.

Every ten days she had dropped an info stick off with information updated information.

The third time, she gave herself the nickname The Overwatch and added an open eye to the Imperial sigil she etched onto the sticks. Intel on the comms devices became more detailed and by the time the weapons shipment is due, she's also added that she'll take care of things on her own if the Empire doesn't step in.


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