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| name = Gwen Leor
| name = Gwen Leor
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| homeworld = Thyferra
| homeworld = [[Thyferra]]
| race = Thyferran
| race = [[Thyferran]]
| mother = Alaina Leor
| mother = Alaina Leor
| father = Roshan Leor
| father = Roshan Leor

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Gwen Leor
Biographical Information
Race Thyferran
Homeworld Thyferra
Mother Alaina Leor
Father Roshan Leor
Spouse None
Partner Single
Siblings None
Children None
Born Year -2 Day 1
Physical Description
Gender Female
Height 1.65 meters
Coloring Pale skin with a Golden Hue
Hair Color Dark Red
Eye Color Brown
Political Information
Affiliation Freelance

Gwen Leor (born Elona 01, Year -2) is a freelance physician, engineer and part-time prospector. A native of Thyferra she graduated from the Thyferra Institute of Medicine with a specialization in pathology at the age of 16. She spent the six months after graduation to provide aid to the citizens that suffered from the plague within the quarantined planet of Derra IV.

History

Origin

Gwen is an artificial construct created with a combination of Thyferran (Mother) and Clawdite (Father) DNA using Kaminoan cloning technology because of the infertile nature of her mother. Specific genetic manipulation was required in order to create a successfully stable clone of both genetic donors with improvements made to increase memory and intelligence. Gwen was grown in a cloning tank on Thyferra and was released by her parents once she reached the physical and mental maturity of a five year old child. Until the age of ten she was tutored by her parents in both basic and practical areas of knowledge including medicine, operation and repair of electronic-based systems and general repair of mechanical creations. An engineered prodigy she qualified to attend the Thyferra Institute of Medicine at the age of eleven and earned her Doctorate of Medicine degree in only five years at the age of sixteen.

Memories

The cool, viscous touch of growth nutrients on my skin. The muted sounds coming from distorted, unknown forms. Fear as the nutrients flowed out and replaced by bright, stinging pain as light flooded the tank when it opened. A warm hand and the faint, sweet aroma of spices.

Those are my first memories...barely more than a few flashes and sensations. I was five years old at the time and was the first time I met my parents.



The sun shone bright above, creating flickers of light and shadow on my face as the cool wind gently blew through the leaves of the gloan trees. Sweating due the heat while running through the garden behind our home; playing hide-and-seek with friends, which we did from time to time. Then pain...I began screaming and crying before losing consciousness. I awoke with my mother cradling me with an open med-kit nearby with tears in her eyes.

I had just turned ten years old. I could only imagine what it was like for her watching me scream in pain, changing colors and her not able to do anything about it. It was the only time I ever saw her cry and it was due to that event that we realized that I inherited a little more than a few genes from my father. Mother was not pleased though we made it work...and father did stay home for awhile to teach me how to control it so that was nice. Never seen my friends again though.



I graduated from the Medical Institute of Thyferra a few weeks after I turned sixteen...which was unusual though I always assumed it was because mother took a few liberties with my genetics when she created me....I am not complaining. I took advantage of the brief moments I knew I would have before I began my career as a physician and left to visit a place my father told me about when I was growing up.

Night fell as I guided the airspeeder toward a little, hidden cover....the stars twinkling and the twin moons of Thyferra gleaming above, slightly hidden by the fluffy, dark-grey clouds that were slowly floating across the sky. I ran toward the ocean with hair rushing behind as warm wind blew and I inhaled the scent of fresh salt air stopping quickly in the shallows where the cool waves played with my toes. I spent that night watching the waves and listening to the echoes as they crashed into the rising bluffs...with me slightly damp from the settling mist...it was peaceful.



Derra IV. When the plague hit hundreds died in the first day with thousands following over the next few months. The "Great Animosity Plague" as it was called did not kill...it drove the infected murderously insane and caused them to attack anyone nearby; friends, family, neighbors even other infected were not exempt. When the call came, asking for those with medical knowledge to help, I decided to go despite my mother's warnings. Just like a mynock to a power cable though what I found on Derra IV was...death.

The sun shone through the cloudless, light blue sky; its light creating unmoving shadows throughout the cityscape. The silent streets lined with half-rotted corpses...the beautiful day mocking the dead. The overwhelming stench of decay unable to reach me through the environment suit, it a barrier between myself and the dead. Desperately hoping their fate would not be mine. The first body, found in the middle of the street; a man in his thirties with a look of terror etched into his cold, frozen face and a blaster hole in his back. He was running away. The woman found in the doorway of what I assume is her home; the automated door constantly opening and closing upon her body showed similar signs as the one before. The last was the worst. Door sealed shut from the outside and upon opening the reveal of two corpses. One a man in his early forties and the other a young girl...my age. My examination showing he perished from dehydration and starvation...and she. Broken. Skull fractured in multiple areas...ribs on the right side shattered and possibly on the left as well with defensive wounds on the forearms caused by a bludgeon of some kind. He was infected. She not. A holo on the floor nearby showing him, her and who I assumed to be her mother. Clearing the tears from my eyes I was hoping that she was dead before the mother sealed the door.

As I survived the next six months on Derra IV while examining the deceased, evacuating the uninfected to safe zones and experiencing each event I came to a realization. Upon Derra IV governments, mercenaries, pirates and others took advantage of the plague to fight and kill each other; treating Derra IV like an arena while the citizens suffered from plague. While they played their war-games and emitted their flowery speeches of victory over their enemies the citizens of Derra IV continued to die in the crossfire. They cared naught for others...only for themselves. A physician on Derra IV once told me that a physician is meant to preserve lives and never take them. He was right. A person should never harm another...they should help them. To avoid violence at all costs...for the moment it begins it will never end and all people will suffer while the innocent die in the crossfire.


Personal Information

Personality

Those that have only just met Gwen often described her as carefree, friendly and enthusiastic; a pacifist at heart who has eschewed violence in favor of compromise and peace. Someone who is dedicated to helping others no matter the personal risk involved. Individuals that have known her for a while in a professional manner characterized her as intelligent, methodical and persistent while patients are reminded of her calm, emotionless demeanor with a penchant of an occasional reassuring smile. Based upon her medical records the truth is more complicated. Due to the substantial amount of mental stress and information she accumulated over her relatively short life and the traumatic nature of her work on Derra IV Gwen's mind created multiple personalities in order to organize the data and keep her mind intact. They emerged as a defense mechanism where each personality possessed specific data on a particular set of skills combined with the emotions needed to most efficiently use those skills. Sealed away behind those facades is her original personality which only emerges when with her parents or when she was at ease with nobody else around . They depicted her as a shy, sweet and naive girl who did have difficulties relating with other sentient beings though they also mentioned her having a caring heart and polite nature.


Physical Description

Standing at 1.65 meters tall and being 17 years old Gwen could never be considered physically imposing. Despite being able to change her hair and skin color at will Gwen tends to favor her natural appearance; dark red hair and having a slight golden hue to her otherwise white skin. Combined with her brown eyes and slightly pointed ears she is not easy to miss, typically. However, if she wishes she can change her hair and skin color as well as the shape of her ears to look no different from any other Thyferran...if she continues to concentrate that is. As a pacifist Gwen never carries a weapon of any kind, as it would be against her morals to even think about carrying a weapon. Gwen's wardrobe consists of mostly simple clothes varying in color though typically being shades of green or light brown.

Family and Advice

Family

An information specialist by trade her father is also a well-known philanthropist and used much of his wealth to fund relief efforts during crisis across the galaxy, though his last contribution was nearly twenty-five years ago. Her mother is a well-known physician with expertise in multiple areas including genetics. She traveled to war zones, refugee camps and quarantine zones filled with disease and placed herself in situations in order to alleviate the suffering of innocents beings. She disappeared from the public eye nearly twenty-five years ago. They are currently retired from their respective professions and are believed to live somewhere on Thyferra.


Important Quotes

"Emotion is an obstacle. A great physician creates an emotional barrier between themselves and the patient in order to make objective decisions and focus on doing what is needed to save their life despite the pain being caused. Instead of worrying or second-guessing themselves and putting the patient in far more danger."
–– Alaina Leor

"A physician preserves lives...they never take them."
–– Derra IV Physician

"Quick wit, subtlety and a good alibi keep you alive more often than violence. A blaster should be a last resort...when everything else has failed."
–– Roshan Leor