Full Name: Olis’Deloe

Nickname(s): Olis,

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Homeworld : Ryloth

Race: Twi’lek

Occupation: None (hoping to join the entertainment profession)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: none

General Description: Olis’Deloe as her name is spoken in Ryl (and signed in Lekku) stands at the reasonably modest height of 5’8, she’s not got a particularly muscular frame but it is built for speed, agility and endurance. Olis’ skin is a blue colour that is quite dark though in contrast with the rest of her body the patterns of her lekku and the colour of her eyebrows are white and this makes them stand out even more. Olis’ lekku patterns are a number of white circles; each one slightly bigger then the other (slightly like the RAF symbol, though with more circles).

Clothing: Olis likes to wear rather provocative clothing usually involving leather trousers and a jacket that match, though the materials tend to change when she’s on a particularly hot world such as Tatooine and become more cotton oriented and white in colour.

Weapons: none

Other Equipment:

Transportation: none

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Family: unknown.

History: Olis’deloe was born in the slave pens of Ryloth, though she was to be sold off she was still given the Clan name of Deloe and for some unknown reason. She was sold off at the age of two to a Coreillian business man known as Urel Thar who was interested in finding young Twi’leks who his trainers could “tame” and alter their personalities as they grew up to fit the needs of the master. Olis was needed as an assistant and companion to Urel and as such was treated like a princess for the majority of her life and was made to learn about upper class customs and how to present one’s self. Though when she got in to her teens, at about the age of 14 to 15 the working got tougher and the training became more of a competition between Olis and her fellow slaves. Olis seemed to get a slight malicious streak in her at this point, often sabotaging the other slave’s shows of affection for their master to become the most favoured in her group. A year later Olis was selected to be her master’s personal aide and escort on his business and personal trips around the galaxy. The relationship the two had was an odd one to say the least, often changing between the role of a personal assistant type job when on business trips, a trophy wife at balls on Alderaan and Naboo and a pampered daughter when in the private house on Coreillia but Olis would have it like this because she was rewarded greatly with fine food, drink and clothes for doing very little work at all and simply looking pretty.

Eventually five years later Urel got older and passed on. At this time His Son Gul inherited all of his father’s wealth and possessions. Gul wasn’t a nice man like his father, spoiled by the kind man in hopes that he’d one day appreciate it all but that wasn’t the case. He saw Olis and the other slaves as a right to have instead of a privilege and instead of making money to keep his future generations in wealth he simply stopped working and leached off the money his father had left him. Olis was depressed a lot during this time of her life, she never went on business trips anymore and was just made to sit at the feet of her master and once again simply look pretty. Eventually she got sick of it and formulated a plan. She disposed off all the alcohol in the house the night before one of Gul’s many parties, as he started panicking that this part would be a failure and he’d lose status in his group of slackers and leeches he sent every slave out of the house to buy more booze. All returned except one…and now Olis travels the galaxy trying to use her looks to swindle people out of money not because she wants to of course but the galaxy can be a rough place with out the credits. She hopes to train as a dancer to make her job even easier.

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Olis woke up with a smile on her face, she felt the skin of someone holding her but the body was cold, having a dead body hold on to you wasn’t the nicest feeling in the world…in fact that was an understatement. She crawled out of bed and dressed; she put her leather jacket on and zipped it up. Her first trip would be to a public ‘fresher to wash, she’d be okay for the moment as no one would find the body of this man for a good few days. She’d managed to use her last vial of poison on this man and she needed more, the police wouldn’t think it was murder she hopped because the gentlemen she’d spent the evening with was rather old and the poison she’d used was made to simulate a heart attack. As she was about to walk out of the room she walked back over to the body and gave him a kiss on the cheek though not before pocketing his wallet from the trousers he had worn the night before. Make it seem that he had died after getting too physical with a lady caller…which he had…Olis had just helped him along the way a little bit. She boarded the turbo lift out of the apartment complex, drawing a few looks from some staff that must’ve seen her come in last night but she just smiled and offered friendly nods to them, that’s right nothing happened here just seeing my boyfriend…my living one. Olis looked a little relieved as she left the apartment. Another job well done, maybe now she could afford that trip to the dancing university.



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RP sample word count: 277
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