|Lara Navos Jr.|
|Race||Kiffar & Kuati|
|Mother|| Lara Navos (Biological)|
Frey Jima (Adopted)
|Born||Year -10, Day 344|
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.
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 newly 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.
Greeted with the desire to explore even more of her sexuality, Lara was left frustrated when her personality was shunned by several around her. Unable to be herself around individuals of varying stature at diplomatic engagements or operations throughout the clusters, she decided to covertly form an enterprise to welcome those whom shared her desires, without the notoriety that often came with such a viewpoint. While disengaged from operations for the Tion Hegemony, Lara travelled to nearby systems in an effort to recruit individuals willing to aide in the venture, initially code-named Labyrinth. Through flirtation, fornication and negotiation, Lara had found a small number of women she believed would be ideal to attract the right clientele, and offer the service she had in mind. The initial roster included, a Hapan beauty, a feisty Alderaanian, a Kuati fighter for security and a red Twi'lek to operate the alcohol and barbiturate stations.
With a trusted group of staff under her wing, Lara began efforts to identify an ideal location to commence operations. After several rendezvous with Dasha Blacklock, an Alderaanian real-estate investor, Lara purchased a derelict palace in Urce Space, at the time under the guise of the Falleen Federation. Through great personal expense, Lara restored and retrofit the palace to cater for a high-class establishment, complete with facilities to easy manufacture alcohol or hallucinogenic substances in-house should the need arise. While offering a number of private rooms and offices, Lara's vision that was maintained for the main space was an open lounge that catered for guest. Encouraging patrons to enjoy each others company and enjoy their presence during the proclivities and events that occurred without the feeling of embarrassment or anxiety. Lara maintained a private office at the main spire of the palace when time permitted her to be in attendance at the Lazarus.
As the establishment was officially opened several months later, no advertisement or marketing was used to draw in clients to the new venture. Instead word of mouth controlled the narrative, ensuring new patrons could be vetted to ensure their desires aligned with the vision of the Lazarus, and wouldn't create a scenario where undesirables could harm the ladies, or the reputation they were all trying to build. Welcomed patrons were also granted access to a private holofeed, allowing them to enjoy a number of Lazarus services, without the need to physical attend when time restricted the possibility. Communications were closely monitored to ensure feeds were not shared or distributed, all the interests of protecting the privacy of those part of the exclusive client list.