[moseisleyrpg]

This is a sample admin post! Here, I might post a writing prompt, detail a plot development, introduce a new character, or simply communicate with the members of the group. Once the group is populated with active members, it is the admin’s job to keep the plot going forward in a way that those members can expand the universe through the catalyst of their own characters. 

[moseisleyrpg]

► 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

FULL NAME: Zoya Vih’Torr.

AGE: Twenty-five.

GENDER: Female.

HERITAGE: Mandalorian. 

OCCUPATION: Privateer under the Black Sun crime syndicate. 

► 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

The youngest of three, but always determined not to be called the baby, not to be treated like a child; she was much younger than her older brothers, for she was never really meant to be, but she was welcomed anyway. Such a small and powerful voice in a happy family - all happy save the middle brother, of course, for he made no secret of it - she aimed to be lionhearted, for it was all she could do to keep up. She had but one friend, for she was selective and private with her affections. His parents owned the shop across the street, and together they were as ragtag and wild as anyone might expect a child of Takodana. 

Zoya was scrappy and ineffable from the beginning, refusing to allow her hands to shake or her voice to quaver. She loved her family more than anything, loved the sweat and work they put into maintaining the life they had built for themselves. Her mother and father worked in a shop repairing machines, and while her brothers struck out on their own, Zoya was right alongside them, dirtying her hands with oil and learning to read the tics and whirrs of a machine before a book. She often took to the streets at night, collecting - read: pilfering - scrap to bring back to the shop. A veritable explorer, she found the nooks and crannies that no one else could fit into; this was when she stumbled upon her best friend making a deal with one of the more undesirable creatures that inhabited their neighborhood. She said nothing, not making her presence known, but squirreled the memory away for later. Instead, she continued to explore the city, to pillage and smuggle in the name of her family’s shop.

Fences and markets around the underbelly of the city knew her for her resourcefulness, for her unwillingness to turn down a deal, and it was in this that she became the antithesis of her best friend - her smugglings were to help, and his seemed to be for a singular purpose: greed. She tried to talk him out of it a number of times, but before she knew it, he had bought passage on a ship and disappeared, leaving without a word. A few years after he left, the entire neighborhood was razed by slavers; the city guard seemed to turn a blind eye, for as people were plucked from their homes, disappearing without a trace, no action was taken. It was not until a Senator’s daughter disappeared that indignation seemed to rise amongst the upper echelons - but no one cared much for the lowly, those who were merely scraping by.

Her parents knew the pattern, saw it coming; when they came for Zoya, as they came for all the young girls, they fought back, giving her just enough time to escape into the sewers she knew so well. She grabbed the only book she knew to read, put on her boots, strapped her canteen to her belt, and fled, hoping beyond hope that they would meet her on the outskirts of the city, where the sewer met the jungle, like they always promised they would. But as she turned, over the walls of the city rose a tendril of smoke, lifting toward the sun to the tune of gunfire like fireworks.

Zoya bartered her way from crew to crew, hiring herself out as scout, mechanic, smuggler, gun for hire. She was just as dangerous with a wrench as she was with a gun or a bow and arrow. For a while, she ran without direction, but when word of her old friend found her in the far-away ports of Jedha, she knew what she had to do. She began to track him across the galaxy, as if he were an animal and she his hunter. Zoya had no idea what she might do if she found him; hate and hope mingled, strange bedfellows, within her at the thought of seeing him again. Hunting with him again, running with him again, laughing with him again. But surely he had been changed. He had been changed the moment he’d turned greedy and left her behind. 

Getting involved with the Black Sun was the best way to be connected, to be knowledgeable, to be powerful enough to find him. They were criminals, and she was desperate; it was the perfect combination. For a time, she was a valued member of their ilk, for she was skilled, passionate, and harboring an anger that they could all understand. She followed him all the way to Tatooine, but it was there that the trail hit a wall. Zoya has searched the deserts for him, and has found herself drinking her frustration away in the darkness of Mos Eisley Cantina before making her next move. 

►𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒

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