▲ Kewa ▲
Clan: red wind
Caste: engineer
Title: dibe
DOB: 6 / 18 / 2459
Gender: ♀
------ Attributes ------------------------
(You can have 2 high, 2 med and 2 low)
> Intelligence = High (40).
> Perception = Med (20).
> Endurance = Low (10).
> Agility = High (40).
> Strength = Med (20).
> Charisma = Low (10).
------ Skills ----------------------------------
(Low, Med, High)+10/20/40%)
> Security = 30%
> Medical = 80%
> Piloting = 30%
> Sneak = 50%
> Science = 60%
> Mining = 30%
> Interrogation = 30%
> Charm = 50%
> Barter = 50%
> Hack = 60%
> Investigation = 60%
> Repair = 80%
------ Secondary -------------------------
Luck: 5
Willpower: 3
Prestige: -200
Salvage: 0
Honor:
Kills: 0
------ Tertiary -------------------------
Know languages: D'naa
Positive Status Effects:
Negative Status Effects:
Addictions:
Allergies: (see backgrounds)
Blood Type: B
------ Achievements -------------
(rewarded in game)
------ Trophies --------------
(Taken off fallen enemies)
------ Perks -----------------------
d'naa blood
------ Reputation -----------------
Martian Fauna 10%
VASC -10%
Nomad 10%
----- Augmentations ------------
(purchased in game)
------ Backgrounds -------------
(chosen from the background list)
----- Equipment -----------------
(purchased in game)
------ History --------------------
Kewa was never much of a fighter, she was often at the lead of the pack regardless unable to resist her natural tendency to get into trouble. She came from a large family and was the middle child. She loved to take apart things and would often crack open heaters and communicators to get a better look inside even before she knew how to put them back together. She would often blame her older sister for her mistakes and she quickly learned how to get in and out of trouble with a smile and a heavy lie. She entered the engineering caste as soon as she was able and found a joy in tinkering with items and spent many an hour working on generators or life support systems. She scored many favors among the men by being able to fine tune their micro processors to allow them to exert more energy and perform feats of endurance. Being a young beauty also put her in the lead to be married but before she could pursue a relationship she was called to her right of passage and she left home on a pilgrimage that changed her life.
She started out entering a local colony and even though she couldn't speak the local dialect she was able to pretend to be mute and work and fix items for the locals. Steadily she gained a reputation as a young prodigy and carried on her act far through the summer even after she learned the language. It wasn't until she met a young miner that she began to take chances. The young man courted her for weeks often coming into the shop where she worked making excuses to see her, She knew the items he could have fixed himself and smiled to herself every time he did so, enjoying the connection, they began seeing each other regularly and she lost all interest in finding what her people called a voice. Instead she was happy with the simple life she had and even contemplated never returning. She dreamed of a nomad life with her boyfriend. One evening at the end of the summer she took a chance and spoke to the young man revealing her ruse of being mute and admitting to him the nature of her true origin. However instead of embracing her and accepting her heritage he left the room and reported her directly to the security forces. She had not known that he had lost a brother to a D'naa raid and when they came to take her she was not only heart broken but appalled by the betrayal. She was taken and stripped in front of the colonist who berated her and beat her, unleashing their hatred for her people onto her. She refused to cry or show remorse instead was flooded with a deep resentment for them and their mindless bigotry.
They sold her cheap to slavers who packed her up with other other untouchables and began a steady journey with a caravan to an unknown location. She felt as if she was being punished for turning her back on her heritage and vowed she would never do so again if the great spirit could free her from her captors. It seemed as if the spirit did answer her silent prayer when a group of marauders attacked the convoy killing everyone even the slaves. They would have killed her too if she had not spoken to them in D'naa and explained who she was. Shocked at finding her in such a dejected state they allowed her to return to the colony to regain her lost honor by raiding it with them. She told them of the colony weaknesses allowing them easy access and when they brought the young man that betrayed her to his knees they placed the blade in her hand and waited for her to kill him. As heart broken as she was she couldn't bring herself to kill him and refused. Taking up the blade the clan leader killed the young man for her, cursing her as weak and unfit to travel anymore with them. They left her there with his body and the burning colony where she burred the bodies and sang the song of passage.
She returned to her clan in the north where she was welcome home but she did not feel like celebrating instead she found her once childhood friend Dinara who was being praised for her strength and prowess. Dinara was always the weakest of them all, staying in the back where it was safe and letting the others take the chances. She was furious that she was so praised and loved while she was nothing, secretly she started slanderous rumors and seeped doubt into the hearts of the clansmen. She did anything she could to ensure that no clansmen knew she had never found her voice. Instead she focused on flattering the men and spreading rumors among the woman, she turned poison against her cousin and when they finally all had to migrate north to be with Kopan in his keep she treaded carefully around her cousin.
Under Kopans leadership they raided, sacked and attacked countless locations throughout the seasons. She was not the warrior that Dinara was but her skills at operating explosives and keeping the weapons fine tuned paid off and she was still courted by the men of other clans. Things seemed to be looking up for her it seemed that was until Dinara stood up against Kopan accusing him of losing his voice and being power hungry. She said his ambitions and hate would be the destruction of their people and her words were backed with all the command and certainty that she loved and hated about her cousin. She was no match for Kopan who beat her and threw her down and in his anger he raised his tomahawk intent on killing Dinara and in that moment she felt such shame within her. She saw her young lover on the ground and not having the strength to stop her kinsmen from killing him. Shame at lying and deceiving all her life, shame at never having found a voice and she couldn't stand by another moment longer. It was as if the amount of shame had reached its limit and she could bare no more the weight of it. It broke her in that moment, as she stepped between the furious Kopan as he swung his blade, it bit deep into her collar bone and she collapsed in a pool of blood and darkness, unable to retain her consciousness. She was certain she died in that moment and in her death throes she dreamed of a long winding path leading up the mountain, and she tried to follow her kinsmen as they climbed but she was weak and couldn't keep up and every step she sank deeper into the sand until she collapsed and could move no longer. She knew death was coming for her and was satisfied with it at her young age even she had lived long enough.
It was then she heard singing, her head raising out of the sand and seeing a dim light up a winding path through the dust. She strained to see a figure and heard the singing. When the figure was close enough she could tell it was Dinara who saw her in the sand and when she smiled it defeated her, she knew she would live and be alright and that only together could they finish their journey. Her cousin leaned down and pulled her our of the sand and they walked towards the singing up the winding mountain steps.
When she awoke she found her cousin there caring for her and confessed her faults and lies but she just smiled like a mother on hearing her child had been wicked. Instead she forgave her and spent her free time nurturing her back to health. She knew then that her fate was intertwined with her cousins and that the spirit had indeed answered her prayers and together they could build a future for their people. A future where she wouldn't have to be alone anymore and whenever she felt doubt creep in she would close her eyes and hear the song from the mountain path and know that it held no domain in her heart.