Macella Ryll
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Character Name: Macella Mace Ryll.
Titles and or Nicknames: Her first name is shortened to Mace, but other than that she has no real nickname or title.
Affiliation Unaffiliated.
Age: 33
Relatives: None.
Overall Appearance: Macella stands a diminutive 5' 4" tall and weighs roughly 122 pounds. She's not anything more than average, not being one to work out, or do any sort of physical training. Her body is just what she was born with. Mace's eyes are brown, and her hair black as is common among the natives of Corellia.
She has numerous tattoos: An eye on her shoulder that represents her knack for seeing out both sides of her head. There are two snakes and a sun over her ass. It has no real meaning, she just thinks it looks cool. An Angel adorns the stomach just above her pelvic area that represents the heaven held within...at least in her mind. The name Anna, for a departed sister sits on her ribcage. The number 23 Located on the back of her neck. It's her lucky number. The final tattoo is the letter M in a circle with a horizontal slash through it on her ribcage, though not the same side as the name Anna.
She has a flair for clothing, wearing the odd, the strange, the weird. Really she doesn't try too hard to do anything other than be herself, she just hasn't figured out what that is yet and is experimenting.
Character Avatar: Asia Argento
Personality: Mace's confident though not overly outgoing. She has a real knack for weaseling her way out of jams, which ultimately led her to her future career. Lucky could also describe her, again something that showed in how she ended up in her career.
From the time she was young and realized she wasn't like all the other kids in her neighborhood she sought a sense of belonging. The woman who raised her did a fantastic job making her feel wanted and loved, so she wasn't overly insecure, but there was still the rebellious streak in her. It was almost a will to defy authority, no matter who that authority was, or what they wanted done. She was stubborn in that regard, very stubborn. It was mostly a way to get attention as a child, but as she grew into a teen and then an adult it became a way to give herself a thrill. Defying the 'man' was the best way to get a rush.
She enjoyed doing other things to men as well though. Bedding them to be more precise. She liked them tall, strong, and quiet. Some friends teased that she was easy, but she thought she was just adventurous. If she had fun, and didn't hurt anyone, then what did it matter if there was a new guy every few weeks, or every night? It wasn't their business whose bed her boots were under on a given night.
She had a softer side, but she hid it well from most. She wasn't so tortured as some that she didn't want to let anyone in, she just really didn't know how to let anyone in, so sex it was, and most men didn't seem to mind, and she didn't seem to mind, so at the end of the day everyone was happy and she didn't garner any unneeded baggage like a boyfriend.
Mace was sly, but imminently approachable, it made her good at her job, and kept her in business.
History: Macella is a girl without roots. She has parents, like anyone, she just doesn't know them. She's not the average everyday orphan, raised on the streets or anything of that sort. She had someone she calls mom, its just that the woman isn't her mom.
The story goes, or so Mace has been told, that when she was about 3 her parents left her with a neighbor for the night, intent on going out to dinner. They never returned though. What happened was never really clear. Some had told her they were robbed and killed. Some told her they ran away. She didn't know. All she knew was that she was raised by this neighbor woman rather than being turned away or passed off to other relatives, of which she knew nothing. The neighbor was an older woman who'd never had children and only knew her parents in passing. She didn't even know her last name because the neighbor couldn't recall it. As she grew into a teen, she decided to call herself Ryll because it was supposedly the meanest strand of spice in existence. Her 'mother' didn't approve much, but Mace was an overall good kid and she assumed she'd grow out of it. So far she has not.
As a typical teen she got into trouble, didn't particaulrly excel at school, and had a few run ins with CorSec. She was shiftless basically and just biding her time until she could leave home and venture out into the galaxy as her own woman.
Thats when the trouble began, and the problems started. At around twenty Macella took to the space lanes. She had a ship, it wasn't much, her friends referred to it as a beater. It was barely spaceworthy and she wasn't much of a mechanic, but she got around the Corellian System pretty well in it.
Having a ship, and no responsibility led Mace to be the chauffeur for her friends. They wanted to get certain kinds of booze, or spice, so Mace took them. She was usually paid with some of the goods she'd gone to help them pick up. It didn't take long before she'd been offered a few jobs ferrying goods from point a to point b. Transporting goods didn't seem to be much different from flying her friends around and it didn't take her too long before she became a pretty adept pilot. She wasn't the worlds fastest, she wasn't in the best ship, but she got the job done however she had to do it.
Finally her current job got started when one afternoon after making a drop at Selonia, she was approached by a woman a few years her junior. She claimed she was running from someone who was trying to kill her and needed help. The woman said she had a ship and she couldn't fly it, but if Mace would take her to Naboo, she could keep the ship, she just needed to get away.
Mace was skeptical of the situation. No one just gave away a ship after all. But this woman looked seriously scared, like she needed help, and Macella couldn't really not help her. She didn't think there was a chance she'd end up with the ship, but the excitement of flying a decent ship and going somewhere other than just the Corellian system was too good a chance to pass up.
So, with that sense of longing for more adventure, Mace accepted the offer, agreeing to leave then and there. She retrieved a few simple possessions from her ship, and locked it up tight, or as tightly as the old hunk of metal could be, and she went with the woman to the bay her ship was in. Mace's jaw nearly hit the floor when she saw the ship, it was older yes, but more in that classic sense instead of the old and beat up sense her own was. It was an Starwind class yacht, and a magnificent one at that.
Mace stood a moment in awe of the sleek design and simple lines of the ship, it looked fast even sitting still. The woman urged her that they needed to go, right now. Mace considered asking more about the assignment, but the fire erupting from the muzzle of an unseen blaster sent her racing up the ramp and into the ship along with her charge. The ship was charged and ready to roll in only moments and Mace lifted off, blasting away from the planet as quickly as possible.
While on the few day journey to Naboo she questioned the woman and found she was a member of the royal house, not the queen or anything, but a relation, who had been traveling when she crossed paths with someone who didn't take too kindly to her and long story short there was a bounty placed on her head by some gambler from Corellia. Her two accompanying guards had been killed, as had her pilot in the ensuing day and she was trying to get back to the safety of her home. Macella had provided that option, being a pilot if even an average one.
This act on Macella's part started her on her career path as a hunt saboteur. Never in a million years did she think she'd end up doing a job like this, but it was the one that chose her and she chose not to argue with the fates.
Just as the woman promised, upon arrival at Naboo the ship was given to her as payment for her bravery. Mace laughed at the notion, she was just naive, not brave, but she accepted the ship, and now had a career path.
Over the ensuing years she grew more and more skilled at her newfound craft, still staying closer to the core when possible, but traveling the galaxy and expanding her options wherever she could.
For almost ten years she did her job, working against the republic's bounties, private bounties, she didn't care, it paid well and politics weren't her game at all anyway. However when the Empire came to light several months ago, the demand for hunt saboteurs rose exponentially and she was up to her tits in job offers from former senators, and Republic deserters, and petty thieves, and everything in between.
She loved Josdon and the Empire, they were making her a rich woman, or at least they would.
Possessions: Two Bryar blaster pistols, actually modified rifles, barrels sawed off and all that, but thats the standard methodology for becoming a Bryar pistol. Mace also owns a Starwind-class pleasure yacht because its fast enough to get her out of sticky situations, and has just enough firepower to keep her safe if she has to stand and fight. Her home is space, so she doesn't really have a residence, though does return home to Corellia on occasion to visit her 'mom.'
