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Arra Navarre; Actively working on
Topic Started: Dec 6 2011, 12:14:11 PM (260 Views)
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Name: Arra Navarre
Homeworld: Naboo
Nickname/Alias:
Sebyla Yasera
Muray Virida
Berenice Lourdes
Kerstin Hepway
Davinia Corse
Date of Birth: 25ABY (37 years old)

Faction: Federation
Rank: Director of Intelligence (spoken with Asylum)

Species: Human
Height: 5ft 2inches
Weight:
Hair Color:
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Appearance:
Physically she does not appear to be a threat. She stands at a couple inches over five foot; hardly one to induce night terrors in men and women. Her children perhaps and those who know better than to judge by appearances would attest to the falseness of that assumption.. A middle aged woman she has the inevitable and normally undesirable lines of age. Thankfully, her face has remained remarkably line-free for the most part. Faint lines around her eyes and mouth indicate she is no spring-chicken. Not that anyone would suggest she was anything but a lovely woman in the spring-time of her years.

Her face is quite expressive, despite her struggle to remain cool and even tempered on the outside. It makes it difficult to hide her emotions sometimes because of how easily they are displayed on her face.




Personality:
Crudeness aside this tiny woman is one tough bitch. Who cares if someone towers over her by more than a foot. Arra certainly won't care. She'll stand her ground and make herself seem taller just by the very look in her eyes.Years of being put in dangerous situations; fending for herself; raising two boys has created a woman who finds herself fazed rarely. Any women who can raise two sons as a single woman and juggle an intense career in intelligence for the Federation is worthy of being known as one tough lady. Not to mention she served as a Pilot prior to her recruitment into Intelligence. Ambitious to succeed on her own two feet she was in the past willing to cut past others to get ahead. Now, well, she doesn't really need to do that and being older now is more mindful of not picking up unneeded enemies. She really doesn't need them.

She doesn't often let her emotions get the better of her. Seen too much; did a lot. Which pretty much sums up why she is quite cool-headed. Arra also retains a good modicum of compassion towards those under her command. Probably attributed to being a mother. Despite her many faults she loves her sons. Having them has allowed her to keep some of the warmth and compassion that are not always desirable to someone in her job. She is also half-married to her job. She is a busy woman and with an important job but her life outside it never seems to be given much attention. She's not a bad mother. She is just not one who is always around. Ambition and loyal aren't normally two words put together when describing someone but Arra has managed to retain these two traits. Her loyalty is to the tenets of the Federation, but she is ambitious to place her mark and exert her control over people within the Federation. She is used to having her whims catered for.

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No force powers, probable sensitivity.

History: (Four Paragraphs Minimum)
25-44ABY
"She was not born anyone special; her Mom was a ex-dancer and her father a hedonistic playboy."

"Take it, I don't want to hold her," were the words that greeted the newborn Arra Navarre as she came into the world. It was hardly a bright welcome into the galaxy, or hardly a surprise that she screamed until her clueless father picked her up and tried to rock her into silence. He did better than the woman who had borne her. Isla Navarre had already began trying to tame her hair into something less horrifying, trying to rid herself of a blotchy face with cool water and copious amounts of cosmetics. The only attention she lavished on her newborn daughter was a sneer at the crying newborn. Some women just don't have a maternal instinct in their body, Isla was of that sort. It would be wrong to call her a bad person; doing so would imply she didn't have any redeeming qualities which she did. Not many, but enough. Isla was young and pretty, she had bagged herself a rich husband and a lifestyle of which she found to her liking. She didn't want baggage. In other words she wasn't interested in slowing down and being a mother.

No harm, no foul. Nurses existed to pick up the slack for maternally lacking women who gave birth and could afford to pay someone to do their job. Savella Duarie was hired for that very job, and she did it well. Isla and Cavenley Navarre continued with their lifestyles, all the while baby Arra was raised quietly in the country with her nurse. They paid the odd visits as expected, brought a few toys and cooed over her from a distance. It was hardly a horrible upbringing. A horrible upbringing being abuse, right? Of course, it wasn't a pleasant upbringing because she was neglected by those who should have nurtured her. "Arra, smile for Daddy!" Cavenley would say as he got Savella took a picture of the family on the rare occasions they were together.

Arra didn't have any siblings, or cousins. Being a rich girl she was also considered too above other common kids to have playmates among them. That was what her parents thought. The truth was that the local wives and mothers didn't get on with Isla. "A credit-hunter who got lucky," were some of the kinder words said about the mother of Arra. That excluded any potential playmates and instead Arra focused on playing by herself. She nurtured a vast and keen imagination.

Up until the age of twelve she was home-schooled extensively by retired Professors of the Royal House of Learning in Theed. Her parents could afford the fees, and these Professors were among the best educators who taught to pass on their knowledge. She studied languages; sciences; history; politics and humanitarian studies. She was intelligent, quick in her thoughts and an able student. Perhaps not the greatest of minds produced who could unravel an equation with just a glance but by twelve there was no doubt she would do well in Higher education. Four weeks after she turned twelve she entered the Royal House of Learning after passing the entry requirements.

It was a change. She was surrounded by people her own age, younger and older. For an only child and not even one with experience with being around them she found it difficult to fit in at first. But something that would serve her later on was her ability to appear as if she fit in with them all. Smoothly she integrated herself into her classes. Arra was a nobly born girl, a pedigree to match her intellect. People noticed that beneath the smiling demeanor was an ambitious young girl who would go far.








"I was a good girl growing up. I turned eighteen and decided to rebel against what my parents were: useless upper-class who were existed only as long as money did. " (Arra Navarre to unknown)

Partying wasn't her thing. She went the opposite way and joined the Academy. When she applied she was laughed at. It wasn't an easy ride for her. She wasn't a once ever generation pilot, nothing of the sort. Her height made it hard for her to be taken seriously. She was eighteen years old when she applied for entry into the Galactic Federation Navy.

Her parents were suitably shocked. Their daughter was a wealthy heiress; she had no reason to join the Navy, but for all their faults they sat back and let her go ahead.

Educated, wealthy and talented. Arra was immediately seen as officer material. So they sent her to bootcamp- six weeks of hell. Six weeks of Arra ready to run home to Naboo. She didn't actually need a career and bootcamp was testing her. But as her current position within the Federation will attest to- she didn't. Arra persevered. It paid off. When six weeks had passed she was turn between remaining miserable or actually being thrilled it was over and done with. Arra had dropped two dress sizes.


Arra was stationed at Crix Base in Coruscant. For a girl who had been raised in Naboo it was a culture shock. Where the hell was all the greenery? Definitely not an easy ride; she was proving herself an able enough pilot but what really intrigued some higher ups was her intelligence. She was transferred to the Intelligence Division of 9th Fleet.


"Now, not one of us would ever have expected a rich girl like her to end up with the rest of us. As a military pilot, she was pretty good and mucked about with us all. She was no prissy rich girl." (Unknown Pilot about Arra Navarre)


"She was ten years older, but you wouldn't have thought so. Mysterious and interesting-- I pursued her. I still haven't told my Father he is going to be a Grandfather." ( Young Soldier and father to four year old Erza)

She was thirty two years old when a twenty two year old soldier and she became lovers. "He is cute. But I'm not looking for a happily-ever-after, I'm just looking for excitement," was what Arra said to her friend/colleague when she inquired to where Arra was going to go with her toyboy. The young soldier
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