Lylith Pless

Lylith Pless
Biographical Information
Race	Corellian
Homeworld	None
Mother	Unknown
Father	Deceased
Spouse	None
Siblings	None
Children	None
Born	Year -9 (23 yrs old)
Physical Description
Gender	Female
Height	5'7 feet
Coloring	Ivory
Eye Color	Green
Political Information
Affiliation	Avance Coalition
Rank	Tribunus Militum
Prior Affiliation	The Wraiths

Growing Up

Lylith was an open, trusting, and friendly young woman who longed to be loved and accepted... But trusting the wrong people taught her to be careful who she trusted, and who she loved.

She was born on a Capital ship during her father's career as a self employed, merchant sailor. Lylith grew up with the stars, felt most at home with the strength of the Durasteel plating surrounding her, and the raw power of the engines rumbling beneath her feet. She grew, and learned like any young girl, with a rich father, would. She had private tutors, and classes that ranged from combat and self defense, to basket weaving and survival skills. She lacked nothing as she grew into a young woman. She was cultured, and taught to be the very best at everything she did.

A New Life

Over the years she grew tired of her protected life under her fathers umbrella. When Lylith came of age, she made plans and prepared to set out on her own, with her fathers blessing. Her father left her with one final gift, though to help her. As she hugged her father for the last time, he handed her a Keycard, brand new, with the word "Acquiesce" on it. It was a refurbished, and repainted, Arquitens Light Cruiser, that she had expressed interest in once.

She left her family and began her career, like her father, as a merchant sailor. Trading in any goods that were readily accessible on the planets she passed, she quickly amassed a huge collection of valuables. Along with the things she found, she also collected runaway sentients who preferred the life of a traveling trader. Soon, she had a fully fledged traveling market. Not only did she earn money from the merchants, who paid her a small portion of their profits, but she also allotted the upper decks for vacationers who paid hefty sums to simply see the sights at some of the more renown planets she stopped at.

An Unexpected Turn of Events

During one of these trips she lost her arm because of a landing skid she was fixing. A fellow engineer pulled a circuit and the skid closed, in an emergency shut down procedure. While she struggled to release herself from the closing panel, the pad closed and the foot and a half thick durasteel plating neatly sliced off her arm. It took her almost a week in a bacta tank to heal, and a week more to get used to the bionic arm that was surgically attached to her. Soon after her recovery, she could be seen around her ship, displaying feats of strength, showing off her enhancement to her crew, and surprising unsuspecting vacationers...