Lara Navos

Lara Navos Jr.
Biographical Information
Race	Kiffar & Kuati
Mother	Lara Navos (Biological) Frey Jima (Adopted)
Father	Dar Victus
Siblings	Tex Navos
Born	Year -10, Day 344
Languages	Galactic Basic
Religion	Keetael
Physical Description
Gender	Female
Political Information
Affiliation	Tion Hegemony Ev'reuin Family
Signature

Lara Navos is a Kuati female with a rebellious attitude. Using her looks to her advantage, she is always looking for a challenging days work in and amongst violence and gore, with no qualms about being with individuals of any race or gender. While previously having no open allegiances to anyone or any religion, she has recently discovered the benefit of support in circumstances. Proficient in the use of knives and hand-to-hand combat, she prefers an up close and personal feel to her violence, savouring the final moments of her victims pain and suffering, shying away from long range or space encounters as much as possible.

Shall We Begin

Where It Began

Lara Navos was born onboard the Acclamator-class Assault Ship Incognito while in Talravin system to Dar Victus and Lara Navos. Gifted her mothers' name, the daughter of Imperial officers she was placed into a foster home in the city of Talravin 04-04 with no further contact. She was adopted by a single Zabrak woman, Frey Jima who raised her in a small property on the outskirts of town. Shortly after her third birthday, Lara and Frey relocated to the nearby system of Kuat to ensure Lara could gain a reputable education. Selling whatever assets they could, Lara was enrolled into a combat curriculum within the Kuati Security Forces.

A young Lara on Talravin

Avoiding the less interesting classes of philosophy and historical insignificances, Lara focused her attention on her combat prowess, focusing on knives and close combat weaponry, with continued enthusiasm towards blasters and physical hand-to-hand combat.

Regularly keeping a low profile, she deliberately under performed in the eyes of her teachers to ensure she was not viewed as a threat by any of her classmates. This desire to remain secretive meant she received a number of wounds and bruises at the hands of those around her. She endeavoured to grow her own sense of vitality and resilience, despite the pain and struggle she regularly found herself in. Her mother Frey continued to grow worried at her wounds, not wanting to loose her daughter to military wounds. While not in class, Lara avoided her extra curriculum studies and curfews to undertake in barbiturates, deathsicks and other bad habits. Barely over the age of fourteen, she was maintaining an addictive drug habit, which saw her receive regular disciplinary action and punishment due to high absenteeism rates from classes and poor performance.

As she grew through her teenage years, her attitude continued to change to one of a more rebellious nature. Taken aside by her foster mother Frey, she was advised of her parents' demise through private communications from Imperial authorities. Lara was non-committal, not flinching at the loss, but was enlightened and curious when she was told she had a sister. Working various part-time jobs throughout the city, she gathered whatever credits possible to make communication with her sister.

While their discussions were few and far between, Lara found them invaluable. Tex Navos was able to share invaluable life skills she had learnt over the years, while Lara soon began to realise how similar their personal lives had become. They both maintained a carefree lifestyle with a growing addiction to drugs and alcohol, while regularly facing disciplinary action and combat. With Frey diagnosed with a terminal illness, Lara began to grow more careless. She changed her attitude in her final classes to one of aggression, senseless beating a number of classmates without regard for their safety, while spending her nights out till the early hours, drinking and smoking until she could barely move. Regularly arrested by Kuati Security for drunk and disorderly combat among other infractions, Lara was presented with an ultimatum to either focus on her studies, or face expulsion from all classes.

Lara rarely appeared in class, maintaining her attendance just enough to avoid additional disciplinary action in order to spend time caring for her foster mother. Low on credits to maintain medical treatments, Lara made contact with her sister Tex Navos to gain insight on how to smuggle goods and services to the Unknown Regions. With a small loan and instruction from her sister, Lara began to smuggle various weapons and explosives from inside the Kuati Security Force to a number of growing criminal enterprises. Taking whatever credits she could in order to relieve herself of the goods as quickly as possible, Lara passed all the funds onto medical professionals and droid upkeep to care for her mother. In her final days, an MD Medical Specialist droid malfunctions when adjusting Frey’s life support systems. This malfunction caused Frey’s lungs to fill with fluids, drowning her before corrections could be made.

As Lara struggled to come to terms with her foster mothers’ passing, she began to harbour intense resentment towards droids, specifically those constructed via Imperial controlled companies due to their poor manufacturing of the particular MD Medical Specialist droid that killed Frey. Arrested and fined on numerous occasions for droid and property vandalism, Lara’s attitude continued to sour, her psyche struggling with depression which her body continued to battle exorbitant amounts of drugs and alcohol wrecking her internal organs.

The foster mother - Frey Jima

Shortly after her mothers' passing, Lara disappeared from the Kuati Security Force academy several months before final graduation and certification, stowing away on a HCT-2001 Dragonboat-class Freighter to the Ash Worlds. Scouting for a safe haven to reevaluate her next move, Lara landed in the underbelly of the hot planet Iego. While various holovids attempted to locate her since her abrupt departure from Kuat with arrest warrants and high priced rewards, she stayed out of sight and honed her skills. She focused on her new life, taking a number of smuggling assignments to keep a roof over her head, while continuing to fund her various addictions.

Her training benefited her while working with questionable individuals and criminals of varying skills, she developed a number of new talents including intense interrogation and torture, using knives to cut away at a victims fresh to cause the greatest amount of pain while keeping them alive. While the day job kept her in and around violence, the night life was more low-key. She remained in various drinking establishments until she could barely walk, drinking Corellian Ale after Corellian Ale, getting lost in the haze of hallucinogens of drunken rage and plumes of smoke from her deathsticks. Scoffing at those who viewed these vices as a detriment to character, Lara would use them to her advantage, fornicating with whoever she desired to satisfy her needs, or to discourage those she had no desire associating with.

With her various debts soon paid off, Lara broadened her horizons, taking freelance assignments with a number of larger corporations, local governments and criminal overlords. Occasionally seen around Gree in Black Sun space, Lara remained largely off the grid of the galactic limelight, while continuing her investigations into Tex Navos’s whereabouts. Spending multitudes of credits on research and investigations, Lara eventually located her last reported position within the Denhui system, aboard a Veltraa-Class Cruiser. As Lara arrived on the vessel, she was again met with death as Tex’s motionless corpse was slumped in a chair from a self inflicted blaster wound. Landing on the nearby planet of Denhui-Eight Lara buried her half sister in a small, unmarked grave, paying her final respects to the sister she barely knew.

Observing the final wishes of Tex, Lara took the Veltraa-Class Cruiser to the Allied Tion sector, leaving the vessel in orbit of the hot planet Cadinth, while Lara took an escape pod to the surface. Spending a number of months in solitude, Lara evaluated her next move in life. Still with a lust for violence and inappropriate behaviour, she wanted to maintain her criminal lifestyle. However given her history and lack of direction, she took the unorthodox direction of approaching the political government of Cadinth, the Tion Hegemony. Avoiding the temptation of violence, Lara arranged to be deployed within the interior ministries, focusing on administration responsibilities to keep her attention away from anger. While she received a number of warnings and citations from management, Lara maintained her role within the government, responsible for minor political dealings and commercial expansions across various sectors.

Becoming Accustomed to Legitimacy

Through the initial months of her deployment within the Hegemony Interior, Lara struggled to restrain her activities to those of a legitimate nature. Continually warned by officials for her after hour activities, Lara regularly found herself a-party to assaults and brawls incited at various underground gambling establishments and alcohol stations. Eventually arrested causing various facial injuries and pulling teeth from a Gamorrean traveller, Lara was placed on administrative duties. With her appearance being not the norm of a political operation, Lara was shunned by her associates, placed in a basement office under mountains of paperwork in Allied Tion space. Out of the public eye, Lara barely maintained an office, her outgoings minimal as she spent the majority of her time drunk and high on various barbiturates and Ryll. As time continued, her activity was soon identified by the Lady Hegemon, Stephanie Barefoot and the First Lady Lilith Delcroix due to complaints stemming from droid destruction and an undesirable increase in repair costs thanks to Lara's distaste for droids.

Lara arrested by Allied Tion Security Forces.

Identifying a lust for violence but a history of effectiveness, Stephanie expunged Lara's record, enlisting her in combat training for the Hegemony, stationing her at Jaminere. Engaging a number of creatures and bandits occupying the outer providence's of the planet, Lara efficiently dispatched of her attackers, embracing the pleasure she got from each blaster shot she fired. While she efficiently removed her opponents from the galaxy, her aspiring squadmates were not as useful in the firefight. Angrily assaulting a Selkath who became distracted by the oceans and sea-life, she was forced to bury the solider soon after he was mortally wounded by an Ark Dog bite.

Returning to Allied Tion, the Lady Hegemon failed Lara's assignment, removing her from military operations. Despite her best efforts to explain the incompetence of the solider, she was forced to accept logistical assignments. Assigned to the areas primarily around Cadinth and Voss, she grew in displeasure as she was required to travel to various mines hauling materials, or unloading vehicles for the rich elite of Tion space, instead of embracing her desire for violence. Despite her lacklustre operational assignments, she strangely found herself forming friendships with both Stephanie and Lilith. Enjoying their banter across various holocommunications, Lara would continue to push the boundaries of their relationships, having been recorded drunk on ale while speaking to the Lady Hegemon, along with being under the influence of Ryll and even propositioning her boss. Despite her unprofessional nature, Lara continued her assignments with a positive relationship to her governmental leaders, maintaining a minimalist lifestyle as she travelled using government property.

After completing a number of assignments, Lara was shocked at her promotion within the government. Given she had actively attempted to avoid promotions and ranks as much as possible, she still found herself being recognised. Despite her lowly rank, she was asked to attend a banquet in honour of the fallen king of the Tresario Star Kingdom for the Hegemony. Frustrated by the need to be on her best behaviour and dress appropriately, Lara maintained a low profile, rarely making herself known among the long halls and grand rooms for the kingdom, sticking to corners and outside balconies to ensure she could continue her smoking and drinking addictions without the risk of embarrassment. Regardless of her attempts to keep a low profile, Lara managed to meet a number of kindred individuals. While she only interacted with a small number of people, Lara immediately felt connections with a number of people. While she privately entertained a number of rendezvous with fellow governmental employees and new associates alike when on assignment, she only collected holovid frequencies due to her promise to the Lady Hegemon.

Upon returning from the royal gala, Lara took several weeks assigned leave and departed for Desargorr V at the request of the Lady Hegemon Stephanie Barefoot. Blissfully treated to luxury and relaxation during her stay, Lara was able to enjoy peace and tranquillity for several days, before her surroundings took a turn for the worse. During a spa appointment, aromas throughout the room that once provided pleasure were tampered with, causing Lara to fall helplessly unconscious. As she lay asleep, her various belongings were plundered, while she was abused and badly beaten. Several months passed before Lara awoke in a governmental hospital on the nearby medical station Corlax MedStat Ophrys in the Corlax system. Her hatred for droids ensured she was a difficult patient, requiring multiple droid decommissions and an eventual transfer to the surface of Corlax IV. Back on solid ground, Lara quickly dismissed the medical professionals, leaving the hospital of her own accord. Still in a hospital gown, she stumbled through the streets of Corlax IV, desperate the quench her addictions to alcohol and Ryll, eventually locating a small tavern.

The forever altered appearance.

As she adopted the usual brash, unapologetic attitude she'd been accustomed to throughout her life, she was met with immediate hostility. Her left arm in a sling and barely functioning, Lara was in no position to defend herself. With no credits, let alone pockets in her rear exposed hospital gown, Lara was unable to satisfy her addictions. Her various medications had managed to dull the pain for a period of time, but their grip on her reality waned to the point of non-existence. After insulting the Aqualish bartender by questioning the alien's reproductive capability, Lara was forcefully removed from the establishment by two Klatooinian security officials. Dragged around a corner, with no governmental insignia on her, she was beaten and bruised. Her left arm was mangled by repeated stomps, creating numerous compound fractures and shattered bone fragments. A vibroblade slashed across her face, slicing open her red lips, cheeks and forehead. Despite the horrid nature of her injuries, Lara remained somewhat conscious. Breathing heavily, groggy and unable to see anything out of her right eye, she waited for the inevitable end. Coughing up blood, Lara's eyes rolled back into her skull, and she lost consciousness once more.

Covered in bandages, Lara slowly regained consciousness, coughing and chuckling as she realised quickly she was once again back in the same hospital bed in a Corlax IV facility. Lara breathed softly as a hesitant 2-1B Medical Droid entered her room. She sat quietly and listened as the droid detailed a variety of injuries she suffered. Her left arm was removed and replaced with a cybernetic due to the severity of injury, while various plastic surgeries and skin graphs had to be undertaken to repair her facial lacerations, resulting in a permanently altered appearance. Frustrated at the droid's rapid ability to update personnel files and not allow Lara to enjoy some discreet criminal activities outside of scanners, Lara dismissed the droid and sat quietly, observing her new appearance in an adjacent mirror. She remained in the hospital for several weeks as her wounds healed and to ensure her body didn't suffer from cybernetic rejection. As she remained bed stricken, Lara began to research and investigate methodologies new and old to fill the void of time. The religious sect of Keetael caught her eye. A fighting style of strength and resolve, while enhancing perception of surroundings and uses in interrogation peaked her interest greatly. She continued to embrace its beliefs, integrating the teachings into her life as she tried to accept the fact that she was now partially a droid, a painful irony to her.

Upon her discharge from the Corlax IV facility, Lara was escorted back to the vessel she loaned from the Lady Hegemon where she sat quietly in the cockpit. She gazed out into the abyss of dark space as the trauma she had experienced began to sink in. Snorting a line of Ryll through her nose, she obtained the fix she had so desperately chased, before using a vibroblade to disconnect the nerve ends of her left cybernetic arm to remove the pain receptors. While primitive, the cybernetic allowed her to function at full capacity, something that soon after allowed her to return to her duties within the Hegemony.

Occupational Hazards

Often bored and with too easy access to alcohol and barbiturates, Lara spent a great deal of shore time getting into trouble. While her assignments were few and far between due to her dislike for logistical work and near irrecoverable damage to her ships communications system, she couldn't keep herself away from a fight. The new cybernetic controlling her arm made her feel invincible, and the bloodlust from pounding an Aleena into dust brought her nothing short of ecstasy through her bloodstream. Bruised, full of scars and constant bloodstains on her clothes and body, Lara decided to alter her appearance once more. However instead of the decision being forced upon her unwillingly, she wandered into the underbelly Voss III with a different intent. Lara pushed past a number of waiting patrons, before collapsing into a chair in-front of a Mirialan. As Lara looked up, she smiled at a familiar face, one of the few people she actually considered a friend. Chez, a friend from eons ago ran a small tattoo parlour within Tion space, and was more than willing to spend her time with Lara, either in a personal or a professional sense. Outlining her desired plan, Crez barely flinched, despite the outlandish nature of her request. As she grit her teeth for the next twelve hours, Lara lay virtually still as her skin was changed from a pale white to alluring rich red. Masking previous wounds and the impacts of drug and alcohol, her Kuati heritage was soon replaced with someone of a Zeltron or Twi'lek background. At the conclusion of the procedure, Lara stood as if nothing had occurred, quickly taking a hit of Ryll on a counter before the effects of her numerous deathsticks wore off she'd smoked across the hours wore off. Walking behind a curtain, Lara admired her new appearance as the light beamed off her raw flesh. As Chez walked in to ask for an opinion, Lara bit her lip and gently pushed the Mirialan against the wall, passionately kissing the attractive alien, before sliding a small fortunes worth of credits between the woman's alluring breasts. Moaning softly as she pulled away from the alien, Lara was evidently appreciative, and began to head for the exit of the parlour, prepared to show the galaxy a new Lara.Grasping her gown, she flung it over her shoulder, seamlessly sliding it across her shoulders, concealing her modesty long enough for her to return to her assigned Bulk Freighter. Lara took rest for several days, allowing her body to heal and grow accustomed to the full body ink which now was apart of her. Finally she woke with a rather large hangover, and a desire to return to work. Taking a somewhat attractive photo she submitted a change of identification request to the Tion Hegemony government. Dusty, the stench of alcohol filled the fabrics of the vessel, and still without a proper communications device, Lara left the planet, returning to the orbit of Voss III to recommence her operations for the government.

Seeing Red

As months passed, Lara spent much of her time hauling builders around Hegemony space, or drinking her sorrows away in whatever bar she could find. Encoding a disruption program into the communications systems of her assigned vessels, she was able to feign work and instead spend more time drinking without the government knowing the wiser. Despite her best efforts, the program did malfunction on numerous occasions, but thankfully no punishment was handed down by the governmental official. More time had passed, and Lara continued to be surprised by the lack of punishment she had received for her apparent dereliction of duty. She'd managed to upgrade the automation protocols long enough to continue operations at her whim for greater capacity, without reprimand or intrusion from Hegemon Security, while still undertaking enough assignments to keep others from looking at her work too hard. While transferring Bulk Freighters to and from orbit was cumbersome, she did manage to meet a number of peculiar individuals along the way. During her frequent stops to whatever bar or merchant she could find to quench or drug or alcohol habits, Lara continued to mingle with the various individuals under the Hegemony employ. While many tried to cover Lara with their witty flirtations and pheromones, Lara was quick to refute their advances either with insults or the butt of her DL-44 blaster, she did have her needs, and would break away for hours at a time with a number of the builders that took her fancy and rewarded them for their hard work in service of the Tionese cause.

After several weeks of similar assignments, Lara had a sudden desire to offload some credits. Having become bored at looking at numbers on a datapad, sitting in a questionable account somewhere in the Unknown Regions, Lara traded various assets and quantities from her personal paraphernalia to provide her personal transportation opportunities with a bit more flair. Gone were the boats and Byblos' she'd been gifted through luck in Tionese activities, instead she purchased a CR-90 Corvette, the Cryptic Hyperbole and a Xanadu-class Superyacht for her more, pleasurable escapades, nicknamed the Heretic Reverence. Transferring off governmental owned property onto something she controlled was freeing to her, and gave her a chance to relax without the constant paranoia of her employer looking over her shoulder, analysing her every move. Mere moments after stepping onto her brand new yacht, the Heretic Reverence, Lara's datapad received a cryptic message.

Someone she had never met before had asked her to come close to Hapan space, a place she'd never graced, immediately without question. While a normal reaction would be to swear various expletives and throw the datapad out the airlock, Lara made the decision, while drunk and full of a few lines of Ryll, to partake in the journey, setting a course for Old Archais. During the journey Lara spent hours trying to decipher any potential fake transmission attachments, location trackers and the location itself to rule out any means of a trap, but to her surprise everything appeared genuine. Lara then turned her attention into researching the sender, Sia Vir`uan. Lara became surprised at their polar opposite natures and wondered why someone so regal and apparently stuck-up would have any need for Lara. A Hapan with no evident need to reach out further than a street merchant for sex, drugs, or anything suspect, it made no sense to Lara. Each shared the touch of an arm cybernetic, yet strangely didn't cross paths at the Tresario banquet celebrations. The thought bought Lara amusement as she remembered how quickly she was essentially asked to leave the festivities, bringing back fond memories. Dropping out of hyperspace, Lara descended towards the Nocturnal Palace, still hesitant about the cause of her summoning. As she disembarked her vessel, she presented the datapad to awaiting Security Droid, much to her displeasure, who advised her to head to the highest areas of the Ev'reuin Family compound, Veil Hall. Playfully manoeuvring her way past security checkpoints and armed patrols, Lara arrived at the man hall with her usual attitudes. Greeted by Sia, the Hapan had seemingly sent the encrypted message without an updated file photograph after Lara's numerous surgeries. The two butted heads immediately as Lara had an immediate distrust and disrespect for the woman's authority, while Sia was not accustomed to questions and a lack of respect. After numerous arguments and analysis, including a few drops of blood from Lara's finger, Lara was identified as a distant cousin of the Ev'reuin Family. Thanks to an overzealous and lascivious grandfather that Lara never had the pleasure of meeting, she now found herself with an undesired heritage from her fathers' side.

Keen to understand what inheritance she was now entitled to, but frustrated by the arguments and lack of respect she was shown for being different in the eyes of Hapan regalia, Lara returned to the Heretic Reverence, bound once again for Tionese space to allow her to process the information. She was confused as to why her father never detailed anything of this nature in his personnel files that Lara hacked. Such information would have been useful to potentially avoid an unnecessary adoption as a child. Her head spiralling with thoughts of confusion and anger, Lara retreated to her suite and inhaled line after line of Ryll until she could barely stand. Drowning herself in a concoction of various ales and whiskey, Lara passed out on her bed for several hours, awakening to her ship orbiting the planet of Embaril II. While she struggled to comprehend what had occurred, Lara began spent the following days assessing her motives, and what would benefit her the most in the long run.

Understanding Lara

Appearance & Beliefs

Lara is regularly seen in leather pants or jeans, and a white crop top, however whenever the occasion requires, she wears a formal dress which conceals a number of small knives among her leg tights or corset. She doesn't follow any religion or affiliate with any romantic association publicly, although has begun learning the teachings of the Keetael.

She often wears her hair down, but often maintains an outlandish hairstyle to mimic her carefree attitude. It is often known to change colour as her mood adjusts, and she is outwardly bisexual. She had maintained a number of partners throughout the years of both genders, but has never maintained relationships for an extended period of time. While her preference has always been women, she is open to whatever her mood desires, showing no discrimination towards gender or affiliation. She is known to be openly flirtatious to get information or achieve her objectives, while easily rebuffing those who seek her attention when their qualities are not what she desires.

She maintains a silver lighter and silver cigarette container in her pants pocket attire to house her Ryll and deathsticks and maintain an aura of sophistication. While her carefree attitude often gets her into trouble, she relies on her various talents to keep her safe, with minimal people to rely on to ensure her senses are always attuned to her current situation and surroundings. Her acquired cybernetic sits in place of her left arm. Its pain receptors removed, it moulds to the colour of her skin, showing no visible signs of augmentation. While predominately Kuati, Lara has undertaken a painful body-art proceedure, altering her pale white skin to a deep red exterior.