Basic Statistics
Name: Cori Ilian
Age: 313
Origin: Taris
Current residence: Nal Hutta

Familial Ties
Mother: Dak Ilian
Father: Jaa Ilian
Siblings: Rego Ilian (younger brother), Kuna Ilian (older brother)
Grandparents: Crik Ilian (grandfather, deceased), Lilla Ilian (grandmother, deceased)
Other relationship(s): Gorda the Hutt (employer)


Physical Characteristics
Height: [Primary form] 5.2 feet long (1.6 meters), 2.8 feet tall (86 centimeters) [Secondary form] 5’6”
Weight: [Primary form] Approx. 160lbs (73 kilograms) [Secondary form] 120lbs
Species: Gurlanin
Eye color: [Primary form] Burning orange [Secondary form] Hazel
Hair color: [Primary form] Jet black [Secondary form] Black
Skin color: [Primary form] Jet black [Secondary form] Caucasian
Distinguishing feature(s): [Primary form] Blends in seamlessly with the shadows and has the ability to seemingly phase in an out of existence, and moves completely silently. [Secondary form) Extensive amount of tattoos.
Are you Force-Sensitive? No.

Emotional and Mental Characteristics
Language(s): Basic
Positive traits:
+ The entirety of her racial traits are positive, from her inherent stealth – after all, she can become invisible to all types of detection, save fragments of the Force – to her polymorphic abilities and racial telepathy, is an undeniable advantage.
+ Her long life – and the over three centuries she has lived so far – undoubtedly grant her an advantage and experience over many other individuals.
+ Retaining a primary form that is far more deadly than anything many others are capable of maintains a deadly, hidden edge and failsafe.
+ Her neutrality allows her to move through life doing what is best solely for herself and her own views, unconcerned for the thoughts and issues of others unless they directly impact her.

Negative traits:
- While her stealth is nearly infallible, a dedicated or trained Force-sensitive will still be capable of detecting her presence, and there are other, less conventional methods of detection that could locate her.
- While her longevity no doubt grants her a greater perception of the galaxy, it also causes her to retain more than a touch of arrogance at her own capabilities and knowledge.
- Her sense of time is far different than the majority of the galaxy’s, and to her one hundred years is comparable to something akin to a decade.
- Her generally neutral mindset causes her to have a relative stance of inaction insofar as the greater galaxy is concerned, as she doesn’t see the point of getting involved on a higher level unless it truly benefits her personally.

History
Born on the lower levels of Taris, Cori didn’t have a glamorous or highly fulfilled childhood. Or at least, not by traditional galactic standards. Her family was relatively well off as far as the Lower City was concerned, which wasn’t exactly saying much. They were poor, certainly, giving that the majority of the non-human population is secluded to the Lower City – and on a city-world, that amounts to quite a large number of individuals in what was a small space once it was all said and done. Early on in life she learned to appreciate the little things, as those truly amounted to everything in her family.

Her parents did what menial work they could to provide for their three children, and given their species they tended to profit from the less than legal side of the spectrum. Unbeknownst to her until later in life her father made his living for himself and his family through work as a hired assassin, something he was vastly skilled at thanks to his genetics. On the contrary, her mother worked as a thief and pickpocket, a trade she didn’t necessarily disguise from her children. It was a trade she shared with Cori in bits and pieces, allowing her to pick up skills that granted her an ease at surviving in the rough environment of the Lower City.

As a child – which in reality extended far into an average lifespan up until her sixties and even onward – she picked up on petty thievery for nothing more than survival’s sake, stealing food or other things to sell and pawn off so that she might help her family further prosper. It was illegality built on the foundations of a relatively good cause, and she became innately talented at utilizing her natural stealth to simply continue to live. At this point in her life she hadn’t chosen a primary form, simply picking up faces on the streets and claiming them as her own as weeks, months and years passed.

Eventually she clawed her way off of the city-world, traveling through the vast galaxy for years and never quite permanently residing anywhere. She was living just to live and experiencing all that she could, and throughout it all she was having the time of her life. Within her lifespan of seven hundred years there were endless bounds she could explore, and even at a young age she was intent on testing every single one of them so that she might find some kind of niche, or at least become a sort of jack-of-all-trades. In the latter she no doubt succeeded.

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