Name: Earon ShoÃ¢Â€Â™senaar
Species: Human Female
Armour: Sea foam Green w/ black trim
Description: 5Ã¢Â€Â™10, olive skin, dark green eyes, bright pink pixie hair
Weapons: Weapons: dual-wielding vibroswords, Westar-M5 blaster rifle
Living on Gargon for anyone is hard, let alone an orphaned child who doesnÃ¢Â€Â™t speak the language or know the culture. She only knew her father for a brief time and he wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t even Mandalorian; he was killed by a gang member for his jacket. She was taken by a Ã¢Â€ÂœflitterÃ¢Â€Â, a Mandalorian who doesnÃ¢Â€Â™t stay planet-side any longer than he/she has to. Impressed with her story and surviving alone and unallied, the Mandalorian warrior, Dom ShoÃ¢Â€Â™senaarÃ¢Â€Â”a personal warrior of Jango FettÃ¢Â€Â™s CuyÃ¢Â€Â™vul Dar.
Earon peered past the grating and at the group inside the ship. She winced as the thin grating groaned under her weight, but no one below seemed to hear it. She shifted her weight and the next thing she knew, she looking up at mixed faces of surprise and anger.
Ã¢Â€ÂœUh, I, uh,Ã¢Â€Â Smooth, genius. Think of something to say before they end this quick, Ã¢Â€ÂœI know what you guys are after, some helmet, right? I heard you guys in the bar; werenÃ¢Â€Â™t keepinÃ¢Â€Â™ it much a hush-hush thing, were ya? Yeah, uh, I can get you in that place, and IÃ¢Â€Â™m a heck of a pilot, I can shoot, and I can fix stuff real good.Ã¢Â€Â Earon winced inwardly at her Gargon-grammar; hoping that women wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t kill her.