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Name: Winston Locke

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 22

Race: Human

Personality: He is a joker by nature, even in situations where his life is in danger. He's most comfortable when smiling and often is seen with an alcoholic beverage in hand.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance: He has medium length light brown hair that he slicks back every morning with gel, but it will often begin to come undone by the end of the day and falls over his face. His skin is naturally tan, even during the winter. His jawline is almost always dusted with a thin covering of hair, despite the fact he shaves every morning. His left hand has been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic after getting into a fight with a Tusken Raider. He wears a glove at all time to hide it. He is around 6'0", but most likely on the shorter side

Attire: The light blue blazer, along with the matching linen pants and spit-shined black dress shoes. When causal, he typically wears a white tank top under an aviator jacket, with a pair of frayed and faded jeans and simple boots.

Weapon of Choice: A280 Blaster Rifle

Languages spoken: Um….name them, he can speak it

Family: None

Home Planet: Corellia

Name: Kamylle Thraine

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Race: Human

Personality: Kamylle is rather serious, more of a watcher than a talker. Despite that she has a very dry, subtle, sarcastic humor that shine through more often than not. She's tough as nails and not about to let anything or anyone take her down.

Alignment: Neutral Good - Force Sensitive (trained in secret by a Jedi that escaped Order 66)

Appearance: Deep purple hair that is very long reaching to about mid-back. She will usually wear it in a braided coronet with wayward curls in her face. Kamylle has ochre eyes framed by thick lashes and tilted upward at the corners making her look perpetually arrogant and paired with her other sharp features she has a rather fierce look about her. She stands at an average 5'6 with a light golden tanned skin tone. She is very slim, but all muscle. Has some elegant markings around her eyes, and from her elbows to the tips of her fingers, soft brown in color.

Attire: simple short sleeved tunic and leather leggings in dark colors, numerous belts, knee high boots with thick skull crushing heels and arm warmers that extend from her hands to just over her elbows. Generally wears a fitted floor length coat with numerous hidden pockets. She hides her appearance by putting on the hood and wearing a cloth scarf/mask over the bottom half of her face.

Weapon of choice: duel wields lightsabers (one citrine in color and the other carnelian) but usually will keep those hidden in her pack. Day to day she will use a DH-17 blaster pistol.

Languages Spoken: Basic & Droidspeak

Family: Her mother was a good friend of the Jedi Master Rython Maren and as such Kamylle was taken from her family at about 2 years old in order to protect her from the Empire. Unfortunately she was never able to see them again. Her master was killed by Vader during the Great Jedi Purge shortly after she finished her training. Participated at the battles of both Yavin and Endor as a sharp shooter/ pilot as a very young teen.

Home Planet: Dathomir

Can you set the scene? He's gonna roll up just as the First Order manages to catch her and fuck up everyone not named Kamylle

I'm on it

This is what I get for blowing that cruiser with no escape plan. Master would be furious. Kamylle took another sharp turn as she ran, the angry shouts of the Stormtroopers spurring her into a faster sprint. It would be so easy to Force Sprint or even Force Jump into safety, but there were too many eyes around the market. She couldn't afford to blow her cover that much. Her impulsiveness seemed to be satisfied enough with her split second decision to blow that First Order ship and it's precious cargo to smithereens–with an entire squadron watching. Kamylle's lips pursed under her mask; and she dared call herself a Jedi. She would need to meditate on restraint–that is if she got out of this situation.

If she was able to find just one empty alley way, she would at least be able to defend herself, but it was a busy day apparently. Members of all kinds of races milled about searching for wares. She pushed through them with earnest, the clomp of the Stormtrooper armor loud on her heels. Kamylle cursed, fingers twitching towards the sabers in her pack. I could– No. No. It wasn't safe.

Bursting into a random doorway, the young woman huffed as she took in the bar. Nodding at the curious patrons, she moved towards the back door. "Nothing to see here." She said calmly, projecting into the minds of everyone within the room. They wouldn't remember seeing her as soon as she left. Kamylle stepped through the back door, a sigh pushing out from her lips. That was too close. She took a moment to lean against the wall, gathering her breath and her thoughts. She needed to get off planet immediately.

"Hey! You!"

"Shit." Kamylle looked up, startled at the troopers hurtling towards her. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She spun on a heel and slammed straight into white armor.

"You're coming with us." The Stormtrooper growled, gripping her arm in a vise.

"Like hell I am–" But her struggled were interrupted by the butt of a blaster that came right at her face and it all went dark.

Winston had followed the situation from the rooftops, peering through the scope of the rifle as she ran down the marketplace as fast as she could. He knew she could us the Force, (the info given to him about her was incredibly in-depth) so why the hell wasn't she? One quick Force jump and she could've been in the next alley over, shielded by the mass of people roaming through this goddamn place. Yet, she did the dumbest thing possible, and ran into a confined space.

"Son of a-," he grunted, slinging the rifle over his shoulder just as the Stormtroopers piled into the bar. How the hell was he gonna get down there in time…..ah. With a shout of fear/adrenaline, he jumped off of the roof, his arms windmilling in the air for a few moments until he landed into a cart full of a hay-like material.

"Hey, the fuck!" someone shouted in Basic, but Winston was already running towards the bar, bringing his rifle around and checking its charge. Half-full. It would have to do.

With a loud grunt, he kicked down the door to the bar, sending it flying off of the hinges and striking the closest stormtrooper in the helmet. Two blaster bolts struck the chest of the next two before the other 3 could even turn their head, but by then they were already dead. The other patrons watched in shock as the bounty hunter calmly picked up the unconscious girl from the floor and walked out of the empty doorframe and into the market again.

Coming to was no easy task, Kamylle's unconscious mind flooded with images she didn't have the strength to sort through. All wild messges from the Force she so followed. A cruiser full of stolen children. A bounty hunter extending his hand to her with a smile. A planet streaming with screams of horror as war engulfed it. A darkness rolling in the deep–

Kamylle gasped, the shock of being hurtled back into consciousness thrusting her body into an upright position. She groaned into the dimmly lit place, frowning as she tried to figure out where the hell she was. The last thing she remembered was that damn Stormtrooper knocking her out. A tug at her wrists, let the young jedi know that she was firmly bound, her ankles too. Still a prisoner it seemed.

Although–this place didn't seem like a First Order holding facility. For one it was dirty, the layer of dust on everything threatening to make her sneeze. Second it was dark. At least in this room, Kamylle could see a thin beam of bright light coming from under what she assumed was the door. She could sense a consciousness on the other side, calm and determined. It dawned on her in the next moment.

Bounty Hunters.

Dammit. Today just wasn't her day.

"Hey! I'll save you the trouble and just give you the credits for my bounty." She barked, frowning severly in the direction of the consciousness. "You won't be able to take me in."