Ask Leilia Sangre the name of her homeworld,
and she will likely tell you, "Corellia." In fact, the roots of this
mysterious "jack-of-all-trades" could not be further from the Core
Leilia's true planet of birth hides in
the fringes of Wild Space, uncharted, undeveloped, and completely
uninhabitable at first glance. It was sheer accident that a lost
freighter happened to discover the system at all. The crew went
planetside in the hopes of restocking on dwindling supplies…never
realizing they would be taking much more than a few new strange tales
back to the Core with them.
orphaned Leilia, leaving her infant sister in capable hands, took the
risk of stowing away aboard the shuttle, having no idea where she would
be going or what would happen next. The freighter found its way back to
a navigable space lane and pressed onward to its destination: Corellia.
It was this planet that four-year-old Leilia Sangre quickly came to
recognize as "home."
up in an inhospitable world where every scrap of technology and
knowledge had gone into continuing existence, Leilia was quick to adapt
to her surroundings; rapidly learning all the ins and outs of surviving
on the streets of Coronet City, blissfully unaware of the war brewing
throughout the galaxy. She became adept at pick pocketing, and was not
above begging during lean times.
As she grew
older, her "business" ventures expanded. Leilia learned the art of cat
burglary…teaching herself out how to reroute, splice, and deactivate
security systems to suit her needs. With the selling of her ill-gotten
goods, and money she earned from people who actually began to hire her
to break in to certain places and "liberate" certain items. Leilia was
nearly what one could consider moderately wealthy by the time she was
sixteen. By her eighteenth year, already owning a stretch of property
several kilometers up the Corellian shoreline from Tyrena, the deed won
in a bet, Leilia procured a ship and pilot's license in short order, and
immediately took to the stars, delving headfirst into ventures ranging
from smuggling to smalltime bounty hunting, and everything in between.
her many skills, Leilia had one rather obscure talent: mastery of an
archaic weapon known as a whip. This seemingly innocuous length of
braided leather could lash out with the efficiency and deadly accuracy
of a blaster in the hands of a trained sniper, with a mere flick of
Leilia's wrist. She was rather proud of this skill, and knowing it was
an unusual talent, wasted no time in cashing in on it.
It was this
talent, ironically, that ultimately cost her everything. Near Leilia's
twenty-first birthday, an employment opportunity came her way; in the
guise of an Imperial officer, desiring a private demonstration of her
whip-wielding skills. Unbeknownst to Leilia until after she had accepted
the job, her target was the man's female slave...a girl of barely
seventeen, with long blue-black hair and hauntingly familiar pale, ice
shake the feeling she should know this girl, Leilia tried to back out of
her agreement with the Imperial, only to find her own life on the line
when the man threatened to turn her over to local authorities. Her
ingrained sense of self-preservation kicking in, Leilia had no choice
but to flay the young woman as the Imperial demanded.
afterward, Leilia found herself haunted by nightmares of what she had
done, and frequently lost her senses to series of flashbacks: memories
dredged up from her long-forgotten past, of a life she had left behind
years ago. Unable to shake these "visions," Leilia took off for Wild
Space, relying on instinct and sheer luck to guide her back to the true planet
of her birth, a harsh, unforgiving world where life was only able to
flourish beneath the planet's surface.
It was here,
on Juneieau, Leilia's world came crashing down around her. She
discovered, a decade after her own departure, the planet was visited by
"lost sky wanderers" once more. These visitors, however, were after
more than fresh supplies. Taking advantage of the natives' lack of
offensive military technology, the encroachers had spirited away dozens
of youngsters. Leilia recognized she was being given a description of a
slaving ship...and was horrified to learn her precious sister had been
among those taken.
It did not
take Leilia long to come to come to the conclusion: the teenager she'd
been coerced into flailing so viciously...with that long dark hair and
pale eyes, she simply had to be her younger sister. And now that Leilia
understood that, there was no way she was going to allow her sister to
remain in the servitude of such a vile man.
It had been
years since she had been to the Imperial's Ralltirrian estate; Leilia
found the place easily. She hadd hoped to quietly steal her sister away,
putting her old burglary skills to good use. Unfortunately, an outcome
that easy was not meant to be, and the Imperial caught Leilia attempting
to break in to the house.
After a brief
scuffle, the officer's madness was revealed: the lunatic, in his attempt
to keep anyone from taking his precious slave girl, set fire to the
estate, with the girl still inside. Leilia was able to force her way
into the burning building, but it was too late.
she had not set eyes upon since infancy stumbled out of the inferno, her
clothes ablaze. In a panic, the younger female rushed toward the
cliffside, overlooking the sea.
her sister's arm before the girl could fall, but could not pull her to
safety. Her own arm becoming severely burned to the point of her hand
actually melting into that her of her sister's, Leilia was obliged to
watch her baby sister's skin burn away from her bones, until the skin of
their fused limbs gave way, sending her sister's charred body into the
the Imperial for her sibling's death, and wasted no time in giving him
another demonstration of her whip-wielding skills: by beheading the
monster with one clean stroke. She would have thrown herself into the
sea, as well, having no other reason to live.
fate had other plans for Leilia Sangre. As she sat, contemplating the
end of her life, Imperial officer Kerrie Kiley appeared on the scene,
investigating reports of rebel terrorist activity in the area.
promptly arrested, tried, and condemned. In the five months since "the
incident," Leilia Sangre has remained in a particular Imperial prison
camp, fending for herself as flawlessly as on the streets of Corellia,
though now she is merely biding her time...waiting for her turn to die.