Name: Moyr Ahaya (formerly Moyra'haya)
Aliases: The Red Wraith, Hwee Sensara, Darwi Thessala
Gender: Female
Faction: Imperial, Sith
Species: Twi'lek (Lethan)
Background: Criminal (Smuggler)
Marital Status: Make a Guess
Age: Late Teens
Height: 5'8"
Weight: How dare you?
Build: Slender, Curvaceous
Complexion: Carmine
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The Twi'lek is mostly stereotypical in the appeal of her feminine graces. She has all the right things of all the right shape and pertness in all the right places at all the right angles. The grace of her posterior and the light undulation of her lekku, in addition to all else, should be banned as a cardiovascular arrest hazard. One of the things that sets her apart from the common Twi'lek stock is the rare carmine skin coloration qualifying her as a Lethan. The tips of her lekku are slightly paler than the rest of her complexion, a sign of exposure to the Dark Side, but this is usually hidden with henna drawings or decorative tapes.
She is many women, actually. In another life on a desert hole called Ryloth, she was Moyra'haya, a girl her parents feared and despised for her preternatural aura enough to sell her into slavery. Then things happened, and Moyr Ahaya, with her name now broken for parting with the community, became an audacious independent smuggler that was making deals with both the Republic and the Empire, trading war tech, materiel and supplies. She had been quite successful until her freighter fell into an Imperial trap. Unlike her Corellian partner-in-crime, she survived and was ferried to Korriban where she underwent a rigorous training to become a Sith. Her alter ego, the creature of the Dark Side calling herself the Red Wraith, rose on Yavin IV, after she had acquired the Red Mask of Yavin from the ascendant Queen of the Massassi. But only a few know that Moyr and the Wraith are the same person. And yet almost no-one knows that she and an investigative journalist Hwee Sensara that reported for GNN from Balmorra on rebellion for several months is her too. Her newest alias, Darwi Thesalla, a singer and a holonet radio anchor for the Sixth Sense broadcast, is just another convenient guise for her stay in Nar Shaddaa. She may well change aliases often, like gloves.
She used to exude a seductive demeanour even though the ostensibly soft, innocent sweetness of her timbre, pronunciation (imagine French accent) and gesticulation often belied and confused the truer image of a ruthless vixen. A proclivity to tease and play with is still a part of her, but it doesn't come up as often unless her guise allows her to channel it back. As a Sith, she's more businesslike, violent, vicious and ruthless, and does not suffer fools gladly. If a person's worth is judged by the quality of their opponents, some Hutts just might be among Moyr's if someone still remembers a slugslaughter of a Hutt slaver who was supposed to deliver an adolescent treat of a Twi'lek to become a plaything for an ephobophile with a seat in the Senate (who would prefer to stay anonymous).
Wear-wise, she prefers black. Her trademark silken black tapes and ribbons selectively wrapping her body could be called 'wear' only with a leap of imagination, but these days they rarely come into view, either hidden under a concealing cloak or done away with in favour of a less scandalous wear like leather trousers and jackets, especially in her non-Sith personas. The Red Wraith never appears without the Mask.
Originally, she's been an anarchistic, radical spirit, subversive and seditious, disrespectful of laws and regulations, spurning restrictions and bans, unrepentant in pursuing her ambitions and passions. She has had little tolerance for racial chauvinism or xenophobia, and has abhorred slavery. Her mindset is the direct opposite of a demure, pliant Twi'lek 'entertainer' even if the realisation of it tends to come only in painful hindsight for those who initially assume too much. She didn't fit on Ryloth and she is never homesick. Her dirt farmer family most likely doesn't miss her either.
As a Sith, she has built on her mental proclivities and has embraced the letter of the Sith Code wholeheartedly, finding the radical freedom it promises to be worth striving for. But her views on manumission and emancipation have... nuanced. Only those who have the brains and the guts to fight for their freedom are worth gaining it. The rest is livestock. With her dedication to the Code, it is non-coincidental that her lightsabre bears the name Passion. And just like her twinblade, her passions are concealed from most eyes and it's hard to see them coming. She may have been in love once or twice, but then got better and developed a qualified immunity.
Her other notable possessions include Virginia, a lethal if somewhat old-fashioned battle droid, and a light freighter called the Bitch. Moyr does not advertise that the Bitch is hers so making the connection requires some effort. The vessel in itself looks odd, like it could have originally been a CEC product but got hybridised in the course of an intensive Mandalorian makeover that included avionics, outer defences, floorplan, guns, etc. And there is a Mandalorian co-pilot on board to rein it all in whenever Moyr is busy. Her name is Genevieve 'Gunnie' Wren and she is an offspring of a small family within Clan Vizsla. She is as gun-happy as her moniker seems to indicate. There is also a small T3-X3 maintenance droid to take care of menial tasks on the vessel.