Carena Serik
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character information
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| Character Name | Carena Serik |
| Titles / Nicknames | Lieutenant Colonel (rank), Red (pseudonym) |
| Affiliation | Rebel |
| Age | 32 |
| Relatives | Armand (father), Lizette (mother), Dorian (brother), Conri (uncle), Andre (cousin) |
overall appearance
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| Character Avatar | Dina Meyer |
| Race | Human (Brentaalian) |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5'8" |
| Weight | 135lbs |
| Hair | Fiery red |
| Eyes | Green |
| Build | Slender, muscled |
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- "You have a durasteel nerve, Colonel. But know this, I made the right decision long before you did."
- —Carena Serik: Predator vs. Prey: Imperial Diplomacy
Carena Serik, formerly of the Republic Military, heads up security for her family's shipping company. She is the active leader of the Brentaalian Rebel Cell, and is eager to recruit for the cause, as well as make contact with the rumored main body of the Rebellion.
The House of Serik has controlled Brentaal's shipping business for over three thousand years and is a potent force in Brentaal politics. The House is responsible for the employment of roughly seven billion of the planet's citizens. Carena's cousin Andre stands to inherit the head seat of the house from his father, while all close relatives, including Carena, serve on the house's executive board which controls the major decisions of the House.
Carena was born into the Brentaal House of Serik on a warm July 12, to parents Armand and Lizette Serik. She was their youngest of two children, her brother Dorian being two years her senior. The children grew up relatively normal considering the wealth and power that went along with the Serik name; this is primarily because the children were raised as if they had middle class means. The children attended a public school and interacted with all sorts of children from all different backgrounds, oblivious to the fact that their family employed many of these children's parents at Brentaal Shipping Co.
The physical home Carena grew up in was one floor of the building that served as the corporate headquarters, warehouse and a center of operations for the shipping company. The actual apartments known by Carena, her cousin and her brother were small, as their parents wanted them to grow up unspoiled. At the age of thirteen Carena was put to work assembling boxes for the shipping company, where she earned a meager sum for her work. A year later, she received a promotion, and her job became to equip all packages with tracking devices and identifiers. At the age of fifteen the young girl blossomed into an attractive teenager and was moved into the offices where her job consisted of secretarial work, answer coms, delivering coffee and messages. Her aggressiveness, work ethic, professionalism, and will to see things through helped her move up in her position at the company even while she attended school. By the age of 17 she had become a key PR person for the company.
At the end of her basic schooling, at the age of eighteen just before she was to go into the Brentaal Military academy for her two years of training (as was custom among the children of the Brentaal houses). It was just before she left for training when her parents revealed to her and her brother what their place in Brentaal truly was. The children had always known their parents worked for the shipping company but never realized that it was a family business and legacy for thousands of years. Both Carena and Dorian couldn't really comprehend the family fortune, but Carena was off to training before she could really think about it. Dorian, now twenty was added to the executive board and immersed in all of the company's larger matters and day to day workings. While he had been unaware that his family did own the business, he, like Carena, had spent most of his youth working in various small pieces of the organization. Now his position seemed perched above everything, where he could see all the respective pieces working together through the meetings of the executive board. In addition to his work on the executive board (which met at least once a week) he was appointed as the head of the company's security agency. Andre, Carena's cousin, was taken under the wing of his father as Vice President of the company itself.
At the Military Academy, Carena was put through strenuous training, aggravated in part by the fact that as the youngest in the family, she had to endure comparisons to her brother and cousin who had completed their training relatively recently. Fueled by the fact that she would not accept being called 'the weak Serik,' she would push herself her hardest everyday, realizing that as time passed there was no such thing as a boundary to what she could do, the limits were only temporary goals for her to achieve. She received training in piloting, combat training, hand to hand, stealth, basic weapons training, K'tara and sword-fighting (for ceremonial purposes). She graduated as an Officer, in the top ten percent of her class. She went on to perform three years of military service, chiefly spent busting smugglers trying to enter the atmosphere.
She was no stranger to ground war. She fought in the "Fourth War" the war fought over the moon Brentaal IV when a force of strange cultists claimed they owned the planet and began enslaving any citizens who refused to pledge their loyalty to the cult. The cultists were discovered to have been users and smugglers of Pyrepenol, causing the minions to be very willing to fight, but many were overconfident to the point where they left themselves vulnerable. The conflict was still not the easiest of battles. The criminals had more than adequate weapons and a better grasp of their jungle surroundings than did many of the soldiers. Carena was recognized for her bravery, and devotion to her platoon, (she was a lieutenant at the time). She did not leave anyone behind, wounded or otherwise.
During her military duty she had a few brief relationships with some male officers. The first of these was a ninth month relationship with Colonel Jayme Zenders who had been her teacher at the academy. It was her first relationship with a man and he was far older (34 to her 22) and more experienced than she was. Tours of duty took her away from him and they ended their relationship because even though they cared for each other they didn't w ant to tie down each other with a long distance relationship and uncertainties of if and when they would see each other again. Following the end of that relationship she had brief, casual relationships with soldiers of her own rank, that were little more than a mix of camaraderie mixed with the physical. That is, until she met Pierce.
He had blond hair, blue eyes, and the most contagious smile that Carena had ever seen. And he was one hell of a soldier. It seemed like his aim with a blaster never faltered. His hand to hand wasn't bad either, as she had found in a somewhat comical sparring match, brought on by the persuasion from some of their friends in the gym one day. She did beat him in the end. Maybe he let her win? It didn't matter to her, because that was when they had first actually had close contact with each other, even though it was mostly with outstretched fists. He said she wasn't bad, and she laughed with her reply, "well—apparently not as bad as you."
It had been hard to look away from his blue eyes and smile after that day. They talked more. Finding friendship and common values. Their lineage however, was different. He had grown up on a small farm, and he had wanted to become more than what his father was. Carena didn’t see what was base about the position. His father had been a hard worker and he provided for his family. Such was honorable. Such was simple. It was as it should be. But Pierce was ambitious; no position would ever be high enough for him. He’d climb and climb, until possibly he stood next in line for the seat of power.
After she finally listened to her family's requests for her to return home and serve Brentaal as she was meant to by taking part in her House (as the Director of Security now that she had more military training than anyone in her family), she saw much less of Pierce. Initially she had been so busy with taking over the security force of Brentaal shipping and whipping them into shape; she had few moments to spare thoughts for him, but thoughts of his voice and embrace found their way to her heart anyway. She admittedly missed him more than any other, and the two talked using the holocom at least once a week, and spent a rare weekend together. Then, as if their distance wasn't enough, the newly formed Empire raised a wall between the two soldiers. They spent their last weekend together at a resort on Kalarba. At their final dinner he revealed that he had elected to fight for the Imperial Army. He had been recruited and would be able to start at the middle of the hierarchy with great pay, and a greater sense of pride than he had just fighting for Brentaal.
Carena was crushed.
They had argued. He argued that it was the future of the galaxy. That new potential could be reached. That things would get done instead of only talked about.
She had argued that it would look after Josdon's interests and no one else's. She had argued that it wasn't free. She argued that no one cared more about their people than those who lived among them. Only those could understand life on their planet.
They had never spoken to each other after that night. They went their separate ways and tears stained her pillow on more than one occasion. She feared that the next time the two would meet, they would have blasters pointed at each other.
In the brief time the Empire had existed it had displayed a lust for the hunt, for conquering and taking worlds to serve whatever purpose it had in mind, or he rather—whatever Edwis Josdon had in mind. A bloody battle happened on Bellassa of all places. A planet either joined willingly, binding its citizens to the rule of a stranger and criminal, or it was taken. Neither method of being assimilated into the Empire was pretty. It meant that there was much to lose. What taxes would they impose? What leaders would be pushed out of their occupations and forced into another living? What buildings would be razed to make way for the new order? What laws changed or added or broken behind closed doors? What laws governed this order? Who would die for voicing their opinion?
She had no respect for Josdon. He sent troops to fight his wars but did not fight beside them.
So she buried herself in her work during the day, and set about working to make her beliefs heard at night. She observed and studied. She talked to those she thought may have potential to not blindly follow the leader as Pierce had, in the name of pursing glory that could potentially reverberate throughout the galaxy.
Maybe nothing she would do would be remembered outside of her family or her security agents or a few citizens of Brentaal, but the memory, at least in her mind, is not as important as the act itself.
So she works, quietly finding people for her cause, not telling them her name but calling herself, “Red.” To rally them so that when the Empire finally comes to force its hand into the treasure chest of Brentaal there will be those ready to defend it.
Carena finds that the base on Corfai is occupied for the first time in months, by the makings of a rebel cell. She finds Mydnyte Syn to be a fine, though reluctant, leader, but the character of Naimad Calazar to be a shady anger-consumed sort. The makeshift cell finds that an opportunity to act on behalf of the rebellion is sooner rather than later, when a conflict arises on Corellia and Bellassan Refugees hang in the balance.
Carena engages stormtroopers on the way to her ultimate goal: aiding the refugees' escape. Carena enters the spaceport in the uncomfortable disguise of a stormtrooper. Colonel Hett suspects that she is an imposter, while revealing the truth of his own plans to betray the Empire. Carena accompanies him and the refugees off planet, to be sure he doesn't change his mind about his new allegiances.
Carena is not the only person from the spaceport to be transported from the condemned city of Coronet; three other women, Sonya Ghente, Sheyenne, and Afelia Raisa had been taken aboard the ship under the impression that they are spoils of war. The Colonel is outnumbered by female passengers, and all do their best to ride out the less than perfect traveling arrangement. The tension between Jagre Hett and Sonya Ghente is more than a little bothersome to the redhead, who was here to serve the rebellion not to be a third . . . or fourth or fifth wheel.
The crew makes a pit stop on Nar Shaddaa to get needed supplies and plan their next course of action. The large purchase of supples--which was the only choice Carena had given the lack of time provided by the Colonel--catches the eyes of a local criminal organization. A brief shootout ensues and two new people are met, one Vyse Toraez and Vincent Antrus. The group successfully heads back to the location of the rebellion's main body. Carena doesn't stay too long, but it seems her brief stint apart from her people has put her behind on her main responsibilities.
Carena heads back to her home planet. Her absence did nothing to help the recent move of the Imperials to integrate Brentaal into its "Empire." With the aid of two Jedi she plans to address the Houses to convince them against an alignment that would make her planet a mere stock of resources to be cultivates and taxed.
As a military officer and the director of security for Brentaal Shipping she has gained a reputation for being strict and somewhat severe. But the fact of the matter is that she believes sometimes troops need to be pushed in order to move toward their potential. If she is harsh on a member of her security force it does not mean she has no faith in them, if she didn’t she would simply tell them to go home, an even that has happened in her tenure. Just because the security force is not the military it does not mean she will be any less strict with her troops, or that they should be any less prepared to deal with whatever is launched their way. She has a well cultivated relentlessness, passion and deep-rooted belief in keeping Brentaal under its own government and not under the jurisdiction of the so-called Empire.
While Carena was able to find some semblance of romance while in the military, it is not so with her security force. Some members of the military regard her as an equal, while still recognizing that she is a woman. The security agents regard her as a strict superior, androgynous at best. This is, perhaps, because she does not try to show any of her womanly charms or any kind of weakness. She is more than a little intimidating to her agents.
Even though she intends to be tough and values that about her, she is a woman and she likes men. Since losing Pierce she has been on a few short dates, but has found them all to be disasters in their own right. She has found some of the men to be more high maintenance than she is, which turns her off; and likewise most of these men found her to be less than their vision of feminine grace. It has done little to mitigate the emptiness she’s felt since he lover turned traitorous.
She does wish to feel like a woman again. To be treated like one. To be told she is beautiful. To be kissed. To be loved.
If the emerald-eyed woman has not gained attention of the romantic kind, it does not mean she hasn’t gained attention at all. She has gained the attentions of some citizens of Brentaal, who were drawn to her undeniable presence and her determination to keep Brentaal free. She is called, “Red,” for her fiery locks.
Her mission is all that she has. She consumes herself with it, having little else to put her energies in after her time at work is done. She has recruited much of her security force to her cause but remains wary of those whom she sees qualities of Pierce within. She works against the Empire as if it would bring her sublime happiness and fill the void that the blue-eyed man left within her.
Sometimes she feels anger about her situation. She takes it out with physical training, the occasional drink and sometimes, unfortunately, she is a bit harsher on one of her agents, who resembles Pierce.
While she does not look down on anyone, she does become jealous of some women, who enjoy husbands and boyfriends, while she is thirty-two and has nothing save her mission.
Carena has an average skin tone, that is neither ivory nor golden. She possesses arresting eyes, high cheekbones, a pretty jawline and lovely pink lips, but her father swears that her fine nose is her best feature. Her hair, when not bound, is a voluminous red mass of waves that has all the majesty of a lion’s mane. If she should smile you would see that her teeth are straight and white.
Her manner of dress for work is much the same as those who serve under her as security agents. The individual agents are required to wear grey uniforms, the torso of which was made of blast armor, and hers is of the same rigid, unflattering material except that hers is all black. The uniform also includes a pair of sturdy boots. She does not wear the helmet at all times, and is not generally required at certain areas within the shipping complex, but is required at loading docks, and on travelling assignments with shipments. She wears her hair back for work but during time off she can be seen with her hair wild and free.
Her clothing outside of work clothes is generally simple. She dresses up only for special occasions and even then wears something of simple make. Her make up is minimal, wearing none or none that is detectable to work. She does not bring out the color palette for a normal day, but only if some dressy affair calls for it.
She typically wears no jewelry, not even dog tags, though she does have them in a drawer somewhere.
A few weapons in her arsenal:
- A265 blaster rifle
- Merr-Sonn DD6 blaster pistol
- Four concealed vibroblades
- Stun baton
The baton and blaster pistol she carries at all times. Other weapons can easily be taken from hidden storage areas throughout the complex where she works, and of course her personal stores. She also has a fire-spray class starship, “Nerve,” equipped with twin blaster canons, an ion canon and a pilot droid. The droid was a welcome home gift from her brother.
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March-May 2007 SWERPAs |
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