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lyrhunts‌:

It was a much warmer introduction than she’d expected. Perhaps much edgier than that of a regular exchange between siblings, but Lyr was relieved- having little to know understanding of what a regular sibling relationship looked like. Even among their own kind, bonding was done in battle. There was rarely anything soft about any of the Echani.

She notices the breathy nature of Otalia’s voice, wondering if it’s authentic or a warrior’s trick. It would be too easy to have put her in a vulnerable state so early on. Unless, Lyr’s mere presence truly had that severe an affect.

“I was not.” Lyr advanced towards her sister, there being no point in continuing their conversation from such a distance.  “But I found you anyway. How long have have you been here, beloved sister of mine?” She wondered, if maybe she had been looking for Otalia. If she were, she wasn’t about to admit it- especially not to herself.

There were reasons, in the end, why Otalia felt it was necessary to leave home. Some people would call them bad reasons, and others might agree with them, but they're still her own. She holds them close to her, a reminder of why she can't just turn around and go home when things get a little difficult. By now, though, she's gotten used to a certain lifestyle. It isn't easy but it is hers, entirely.

Lyr looks well, as much as Otalia can tell in this lighting, which isn't much. Really, it's just surprising that her family let her show up here, on Coruscant. Not even the nice part. It's the places where Otalia does her work, and nothing about that is nice at all.

❛❛ I've been here for around a month now, give or take a week or two. ❞ It hasn't felt long at all. Coruscant is always busy, and that includes in what interests her the most - bounties and the rewards they offer. ❛❛ What about you? ❞

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lyrhunts‌:

Lyr hadn’t exactly been delighted to learn of her sister’s presence on Coruscant. Leaving Eshan had a painful experience, and it was not her home that the Echani woman had sought to flee- it was the long shadow that her older sister had cast that Lyr had hoped to escape. Even though Otalia had been gone many years, her ghost had remained. Haunting Lyr’s entire existence. As soon as she was able, she had left the planet behind- breaking her father’s heart that much further. He had not lost one daughter, he had lost two- and both to the same path. Bounty hunting.

Though Lyr resented her elder half sibling, she also idolized her. They had never been close as children, their rivalry poisoning any chance at friendship- but Lyr had always been quick to defend Otalia when the whispers started. There was much gossip about their family, and Lyr had no tolerance for anyone who dared speak ill of her sister. There was never a lack of respect, on Lyr’s end.

Once off planet, Lyr had dedicated herself to the art of sharpshooting. She’d quickly made a name for herself and the offers started coming from those who required her specific skillset. It came easily to her, and bounty hunting was natural next step. Maybe she’d intended to follow Otalia’s influence, maybe she hadn’t. Lyr didn’t really want to know the truth. 

“I am disappointed.” Lyr spoke, finally. “I am disappointed you do not know your own sister.” 

While Otalia had clearly practiced in order to lose her Echani accent, Lyr’s was still in tact. IF anything, she laid it on a little thicker as she spoke to Otalia. She wanted her sister to be reminded of home, and where she came from.

A part of Otalia knows instantly, the second the person following her makes themselves known in the dim light. The lighting doesn't have to be good to know someone who is half your own blood. The knowing is there no matter what, in the soul and in the gut.

Lyr, her half-sister, here in the flesh. Those on the outside complain that Echani look too much alike, but she has never understood that complaint. The assumption had been that once she left home, she was leaving all of this behind. Maybe she should have known better. The galaxy is big, but a bounty hunter most of all knows that the galaxy isn't big enough to get away from those kinds of problems.

She looks. She says nothing for a moment.

They aren't dressed that similarly but there is something familiar in the utilitarian feel of it.

❛❛ Of course I know who you are, Lyr, ❞ she says, gruff at the edges. Exhaustion wasn't there before, but now it is, since she thinks she might be able to get away with it.  Her sister is less likely to kill her while she seems to be a little more vulnerable. Or if she is, then Otalia probably deserves it for revealing that small weakness to begin with. ❛❛ I just wasn't expecting you to show up. ❞

How many years has it been, now? She doesn't want to do the math. It would say too much.

❛❛ So, were you looking for me? ❞ Her tone makes it clear how unlikely she thinks that is. This is coincidence, nothing more. Coruscant is the hub of Republic activity. It would be surprising if any Echani fresh off-planet didn't end up here at some point.

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@lyrhunts​

When Otalia left home, it was with the implicit idea that she was leaving, entirely. Cutting herself off. No interest, no acknowledgement of family, nothing. She would not be coming back, and no one would pursue her. It felt equitable in that way, a two-fold rejection. The homesickness had lasted, and sometimes returned in odd pangs when she saw someone else from Eshani in passing, and the memory felt more like a blow to her ribcage.

Then it would fade, and it would be fine, eventually.

There was always something to distract her. Work, or the lack of work.

She knows when she’s being followed, too, even through the busy entertainment district on Coruscant. In the crowd, she’s managed to see the hint of Echani features - familiar to her, in the way that many who aren’t from Eshani find a little unnerving, but nothing more than that. Maybe it’s someone just off-world, curious about another Echani out here. They aren’t going to get what they expect.

After a moment, she comes to a halt outside of a bar, the entrance tucked in a side alley that’s a little more quiet than average. She rummages in her pockets - cigarette, lighter, and waiting for footsteps. ❛❛ Look, if you’re here to collect on a debt, you’re going to be disappointed. ❞ 

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kanavxlyria‌:

Kana was rarely surprised by anything or anyone anymore, be trained by the galaxy’s most dramatic person, and you’ll be as well. But seeing a woman nearly covered in dried blood did make her stop for a moment. 

“Well, aren’t you a hot mess?” She looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Blood isn’t exactly a socially accepted look, though I’ve tended to ignore it from time to time.”

She knows she’s been getting looks, but most people are deterred enough to not make comments. Once in a while, in places, Otalia’s faked a limp in order to make it seem like she’s hurt and not the one doing the hurting. She is almost always the one doing the hurting, of course. It’s her job. But she blinks when a woman actually says something.

Then she shrugs, tugging at the cuffs of her coat now. She wipes at some blood under her nose. ❛❛ As far as I know, I’m not socially acceptable, so I guess it works out just fine. ❞ 

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Today is a lesson in contrasts. Otalia is wearing some relatively nice clothes - well put together, at least, and also sporting a black eye and a split lip. It’s just the hazards of the job. But she’s captured who she was supposed to and delivered them unconscious but intact right afterwards, still bloody and aching. So there’s still some pain, yes, but mostly the slight euphoria of a job well done.

And the credits, too.

Her apartment on Coruscant is a mess - small and cheap, built for someone who won’t be staying for more than a few months. She should buy some furniture with some of her spare credits, or maybe anything at all for her apartment. Creature comforts matter more than she likes to admit to herself, after all. 

Instead, she straightens the lapels of her jacket, and grimaces at the tackiness of the fabric. Dried blood, then, either from her or her target. ❛❛ Definitely going to need a new coat. ❞ 

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✕ … charlize theron …  otalia morrow: now arriving in coruscant.  she stands alone and is 40 years old according to their chart. past records show that they are known to be callous and tenacious, so tread with caution since they are still a bounty hunter from eshan

what you need to know:

otalia morrow is a bounty hunter, meaning that she does violent and not great things for money. this is not something she’s torn up about. it’s work. the galaxy has all kinds of work. she tried bodyguard work for a year or two and it was boring, considering she hates staying in one place for too long. thus: this.

she is an echani, and comes from a matriarchal society in which hand-to-hand combat is the most honorable shit in the world. they have their own martial arts style, and it’s built into society. they literally fight to figure out what kind of person you are. so basically, she’s good at punching and kicking the shit out of you and using various melee weapons.

she’s also good with a gun, but given the opportunity, she will prefer to escalate to a brawl.

she left eshan thanks to what might politely be called family issues, somewhat disgraced and absolutely interested in never, ever going back. she cut all contact with everyone, especially her father (she still sends messages to her mother every few months, but even that is distant).

note that echani are near-human. they look basically human, minus white hair and silver eyes. there’s stories about them being able to predict their opponent’s moves in combat, but that’s not it at all. they just fight a lot, constantly, and are really fucking good at it.

otalia isn’t aligned with either the first order or the resistance. she is a hundred percent aligned with the highest bidder. or maybe if she finds one of them funny. good luck with whoever wants to recruit her.

lyr morrow is her younger half-sister, and otalia has approximately twenty percent of a single nurturing instinct in her entire body, so needless to say, dealing with that isn’t going well.

not force-sensitive. has no jealousy of those that are. seems to be a simpler existence to just sense things normally, honestly.

has mastered the art of the intimidating predatory walk and is generally terrifying, all things considered.

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