Sovay Sovair
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| Sovay Sovair | |
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| Character Bio | |
| Species: | Arkanian Offshoot |
| Gender: | Female |
| Age: | 18 |
| Homeworld: | Arkania |
| Profession: | Slicer |
| Skills / Proficiencies | |
| Weapons: | Owns none |
| Pilot: | Landspeeder Airspeeder Freighter (all) |
| et cetera | |
| Force User: | No |
| Alignment: | True Neutral |
| Companions: | TBA |
| Cybernetics: | None |
| RP Guild: | CODEX |
Background
Sovay Sovair was born into slavery. Her mother Tendrie was serving a lifetime indentured service to an pure-blooded Arkanian family, most of whom at best found the daily presence of an Offshoot in their midst an embarrassment but more often saw her as a defilement of the household. The head of the house however had a perverse nature whose hatred of Offshoots took on an almost religious fervour. He saw the popular segregation of his people’s genetically engineered workforce as a step backwards of the pure-bloods mastery over their creations. Too much freedom, he thought, and they would soon consider themselves not as second-class citizens but equal to true pure Arkanians. Better not to let them forget their rightful place and keep them under a watchful eye. And that he certainly did. The private motivations fuelling the man’s bigotry were apparent in his secret personal rules governing Tendrie’s duties.
She had learned when they were alone together she must remove all of her clothes and carry out her cleaning or fetching and carrying naked, even throughout her pregnancy. She understood perfectly that the demonised stare that ravished her was the combined product of the man’s conflicted revulsion and desire; too disgusted by her to touch her yet desperately lusting that which polite society told him he should not, the taboo was a powerful stimulant but his repugnance proved just as strong and Tendrie had remained untaken… So far.
And so he would watch her with wide hot eyes, as hungry for the look of shame as for the sight of her pale skin and supple curves, his self torture written on his stern face. This Tendrie tolerated just as she coped with the abrasive and insulting treatment she received from the rest of her masters and mistresses. If she had any other option or any legal recourse she would have done anything, gone anywhere to escape her situation. She had even dreamed of spitting in their faces and to hell with the consequences – but she couldn’t. She had little baby Sovay to think about.
By the age of two it was dawning on Sovay’s mother that her daughter was not developing normally. She was unresponsive and had yet to speak when most Arkanian babies by this age had a handful of words in their vocabulary. Tendrie was assured by a doctor that her worries of the child being partially deaf were unfounded, which far from being a comfort suggested the baby girls problems ran deeper than a simple hearing impediment.
At five years old Sovay was due to be enrolled at school in the Offshoot district, but Tendrie by then knew the truth of her daughter’s condition. Autism was extremely rare in Arkanians or their sub-species but a frank discussion with her doctor and only remaining friend from her free days confirmed her suspicions and Tendrie decided home-schooling would suit her daughter best. She and her husband, a jeweller of some skill, had been better-off than most Offshoots and her fall from grace was a source of malicious satisfaction for many of her former neighbours. She convinced herself she was protecting Sovay from prejudice but if she were honest with herself, it was because she could not face the embarrassment and shame of just how far she had fallen. So by day Sovay was left to watch holovids on the old datapad Tendrie had begged for her daughters schooling, and before bed Tendrie did her best to retain Sovay’s wandering attention and teach her her letters.
On her seventh birthday in defiance of her mother’s rules Sovay took a datapad from the private wing of the house. It belonged to the youngest daughter of the house who, being the age of sixteen, when unable to find it at home assumed she had lost it when out with friends. A number of weeks later Tendrie found Sovay using the new datapad but the resulting (and increasingly frequent) loud and violent outburst from her daughter stopped her demanding Sovay give up the pad. Plus should the datapad miraculously reappear in the house it would be obvious someone within the household had taken it. The family were indifferent towards Sovay who had learned to stand aside when they passed and only speak when spoken to, which was thankfully almost never. If Sovay’s apparent sullenness was discovered to be a mental deficit Tendrie had no idea how they would react and she feared they would refuse to keep the girl. Her mother couldn’t bear to think of the consequences upsetting her daughter to the point of rousing questions from her masters and so Sovay was allowed to keep the datapad.
The stolen datapad actually proved beneficial in many ways. Being network enabled it allowed Sovay access to the holonet and the new stimulus expanded her stunted development and thankfully distracted her from her restless outbursts. Tendrie had been working increasingly harder and longer, having to portray the impression her daughter played a useful role in the house and had all but abandoned Sovay’s education as a hopeless pursuit. The holonet became Sovay’s window to the universe and she began to absorb the things she could understand and which her mother had never guessed.
A number of years later Tendrie was caught undressing in front of the master of the house by one of his sons. By this time the man had long since made her his wretched sexual play-thing but the deviant Arkanian acted surprised and shocked, demanding what she thought she was doing. He denounced her to the household claiming her attempt at seduction would not be tolerated. She begged for her daughter to go with her when she was told that for her wickedness she would be sent to the slave market to be sold into whatever life the fates had in store for her but was banished from the house hysterical and alone.
Sovay was twelve and only partially understood what was happening when her mother was dragged weeping and clutching at her from the room they shared. It became immediately apparent to the pure-blood family that the Offshoot they had fed and clothed for twelve years was an idiot-child. Repulsed by the defected girl they sold her to slavers for a pleasantly handsome sum; Sovay was generally tractable and beginning to blossom in ways interesting to many a prospective owner (something that had not escaped her former master and frustrated him the most about the whole mess).
It was an offworlder by the name of Ke’don who snapped up the young girl. Sovay was innocent of what future she likely faced but the Twi’lek turned out to be a saviour of princely standing. The circles in which Ke’don moved held certain expectations and prejudices. He had been looking for a suitable young lady to allow him to present the right image to his associates and provide a foil for his actual discreet ‘interests’. Though she was younger than he’d wanted, her easily apparent oddities made her especially vulnerable to the nastier predatory buyers in the market. Luckily for Sovay his protective instincts demanded he pay the premium and rescue the moon-struck child.
Ke’don was an educated man who ran a successful slicing operation from his wandering home, a Baronial-class yacht. It took him no time at all to incorporate Sovay into his lifestyle. He easily accepted her uncommunicativeness and asked nothing in return for keeping her; her mere presence in his life was enough, and to be honest he was glad of the company. He chatted to her and shared his meals and respected the privacy of the small private quarters he’d set up for her.
Over the course of the next year as Sovay settled into her new life Ke’don was puzzled by such things as random login records on his simply secured holonet channel and spontaneous improvements in the ships navicom routs. Other small things also mystified him. He found savefiles of familiar functional computer programs which had been creatively edited into more efficient code. It wasn’t very sophisticated work but to his professional eye it certainly showed potential and as impossible as it seemed Ke’don could only conclude that Sovay was behind these ‘gifts’. But why she was being so illicit and denied any computer use baffled him. Whatever her reasons he didn’t push the subject; it warmed his heart that she was on some level showing she grateful to him.
Nevertheless he was aware of the danger in allowing the child to continue meddling in such a way. She was no trouble really, but there had been a few occasions where she had found her way into his ‘business’ programmes and he could not risk her overwriting the programmes and jeopardising his work. He bolstered the firewalls on the ship’s general access which put Sovay into a foul mood for weeks and he discovered her violent tendencies. His nervousness returned when one day she was back to her oblivious self which he took for a better mood. Scouring his system he spotted tell tale tracks of Sovay’s breach of his security. Amazing. An idea began to take shape in the back of his mind.
Sovay was now seventeen and enjoying the life Ke’don had she had built for themselves. Her slicing abilities far outmatched Ke’don’s by now and she had become the true genius behind Ke’don’s substantial reputation. She was still the same socially backward girl but had come to accept the presence of Ke’don’s partner Rayne, a human one-time street brawler and bodyguard. The two men treat Sovay like a daughter and the strange family flitted from system to system earning a small fortune on the back of their combined skills.
On a job in the Nubus System disaster struck and shattered Sovay’s idyllic life. She always enjoyed wandering around the many shops and cafes of Core worlds and could just about manage buying herself a few bits and pieces, although this often daunted her and she would return to the ship empty handed and longing for the knickknacks she’d passed up. She was comfortable with service droids though and was buying a kiori juice when her comm beeped to life. It was Rayne telling her something was amiss and to get back to the ship. She was waiting in the hangar when Ke’don and Rayne burst into view in the midst of a running blaster fight. The job had been a sting and the authorities almost had the wanted men in their grasp. The pair were pelting up the ramp and were almost aboard when Ke’don took a blaster blaster bolt square in the back. Rayne made an anguished cry an only paused momentarily before sprinting on through the ship. Sovay was bewildered but had seen enough holovids to understand that Ke’don’s writhing on the ramp meant he was badly hurt and needed her help. Seizing his weapon, the first time she had ever held one, she was suddenly the valiant freedom fighter protecting her comrade – just like her father in the beloved (fictional) stories her mother used to regale her with when she was little. The police were stunned when the young waif they had tactically discounted began blasting at them. Her shots were wild but quickly increased in accuracy and as the ship’s engines fired into life and the ramp began to close she had dispatched three of their number. Elated at her success Sovay sat down beside the sleeping Twi’lek and waited for him to wake up. But of course, his was the eternal sleep and he never woke.
The Present
With Ke’don gone Rayne tried hard to continue looking after Sovay, but they had never built the kind of rapport she had shared with the Twi’lek. She soon bored of the simple credit fraud jobs he kept asking of her and after six months of a less than congenial relationship he had had enough. She refused to focus on the simplistic theft that for a short while paid their way and just ignored Rayne, sinking into the holonet doing gods-knew-what all her waking hours. The substantial savings the family had built up began to be drawn upon and Rayne decided his retirement fund was more important to him than an ungrateful autistic foster child.
He did his best by Ke’don and Sovay by explaining her situation to one of their previous employers who snapped up the chance to buy the key to Ke’don’s success, no matter the circumstance surrounding the girl. He rationalised his decision by promising her and himself that she would be happier doing the kind of challenging work the Agency who bought her could offer her. Thusly they parted ways with neither any the sadder for it.
Today Sovay lives her life in a small apartment mostly left to her own devices but frequently doing such high-profile slicing jobs as her owners give her. Visited once a week by a hired help who stocks her home with food and other necessities, she is sometimes taken for trips to the shops and bazaars when feeling restless.
Sovay sometimes missed her mother or Ke’don but these thoughts were fleeting and she preferred not to dwell on the past. She sometimes wished she had the chance to be a hero again, like her father, but living through the holonet found enough distractions that she soon forgot.
Neither happy nor sad, Sovay once again adjusted to her new life; a mentally challenged recluse to her neighbours but an untraceable tour de force to the virtual world.
WHITE SPACE
Further Character Details
Author's Note: To be completed. Info dependant on BioWare updates.
