Kern Jarris

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Kern Jarris
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Ostrid IV
Date of Birth:	14 ABY (age 28)
Physical Description
Species:	Human
Gender:	Female
Height:	1.76m
Weight:	58.5kg
Hair:	Black
Eyes:	Green
Personal Information
Weapon(s):	Blasters, Blades
Fighting Style(s):	Dirty
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Mercenary/Smuggler
Era(s):	New Order
Affiliation:	Criminal Syndicate
Personal Ship:	Cortosis Lancer - Custom Built Freighter
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KERN JARRIS is a ruthless pirate and mercenary in the Outer Rim. Despite being young, she has made a name for herself as a heartless killer and a crude business woman.

NOTE: This article is *extremely* in progress. Massive updates and expansions coming in the next week or so.

Character History

Hopeful Beginnings

Happy upbringing on a peaceful planet

Raid of Ostrid IV

Pirate raid of their small village. Most were killed, the rest were taken as slaves.

Taken as a Slave

Life as a slave, hardships and horrors

Ris Calil

Made a friend named Ris who helped her survive. Ris teaches her how to fight and to trust no one.

Quite a Mercenary

Ris sees a way to escape, but it means betraying Kern. Kern fights back and turns Ris in for the bounty on her head. Her captives are impressed.

Earning Freedom

Kern's owners allow her to start working for them to pay off her own value. She is a natural, brutal and ruthless in her approach to every job they give her. She's easily going to earn her freedom.

The Double Cross

She's too profitable for the slavers, though, who keep mocking up reasons to tack on to what she owns. The last time they true to do this, Kern shows up with friends. They kill the slavers, set free the rest of the slave, and Kern steals the Cortosis Lancer, a custom built freighter owned by the slaver, as her own.

Physical Description

Pending