Alya Nacht

Background
Alya and her family lived peacefully on Mirial, she was so young and innocent and the most important thing to her was picking flowers and bringing them home to show her parents. However one the dark day the Empire was made Alya's parents felt a darkness rise through the force, darkness that her family never felt before. They knew it was a warning so her parents did one of the ultimate sacrifices of their species. They severed Alya's connection to the force protecting her from the darkness however Alya would lose a lot of her people's culture.

It seemed that misfortune now would loom over Alya and her family turning the gears of fate. A dark path lay before her, huge metal beasts came out from the sky as pirates went through house after house pillaging valuables and enslaving the Mirialans there. Her whole village was attacked without a chance, her father hid Alya and her mother in a wardrobe as he grabbed the knives from the kitchen to fight off these pirates however he bought a knife to a gunfight. Alya's first core memory was formed that night as she grew to remember being pulled out from the wardrobe, lifted over one of the pirate's shoulder and carried away while crying as she saw the hand of her father laying on the floor with his lifeless eyes staring at her.

The rest of Alya's childhood consisted of living through the harsh environment of being a slave to the Hutts alongside her mother. Even though she was only 8 at the time, the Hutt she was sold to put her mother and Alya onto a new training course. They were being taught how to satisfy their masters, due to her immature body Alya was never taught the full scope however her mother was. While Alya was too young to do the same job as her mother Alya knew what people were doing to her. However, Alya still had her mother so she could fight on still.

Alya's guardian angel was being pushed more and more, dealing with longer and longer nights of serving her masters. As the years progressed Alya's mother became painted with bruises and scars until one day she just disappeared. The guards only told Alya that her mother had died but never told her how.

As she grew the guards around her started treating Alya rougher and more violent, they would beat her for the slightest of mistake. Alya's mother used to take both Alya and her punishments, with her mother gone that safety so to say was gone now. They turned her into one of the most submissive slaves there caused Alya to feel like this was to be her life. To serve her masters with normal tasks until her body matured to sever her masters' other needs and die like her mother from 'exhaustion'. However a new path forefroned by a new experience, as one guard was beating her as she accidently knocked a cup over and caused his clothes to get soaked. A new person Alya never seen before walked behind the guard grabbing his arm. Alya herself was crying from the beating so she didn't hear what the discussion was however it ended with the guard getting punched hard in the mouth and dropping to the floor spitting out a tooth. Alya's blurry vision started up to clear as she felt two hands gently scope her off the floor as she was carried away. The man wore a guard helmet and uniform so she couldn't make out his face.

The guard who beated Alya wanted revenge on Alya for soaking him and to release his anger onto her for what her saviour had done. Now her body was beginning to mature she was subjected to a new form of harassment. Time after time the guard would pull Alya to the side groping her maturing body however he never was able to truly do anything with her. Her new saviour would always appear just in time, as time progressed her saviour was getting annoyed of this keep happening and getting more and more violent defending Alya. The worst it had gotten was when the guard bought his 'friends' to try and trap this new guardian angel.

A day became etched into Alya's memory which was when her saviour fought the group without holding back. He was able to create an opening allowing her to escape the scene, the guards shouted his name 'Scran Nacht, you will die for this!'. However he did not, those guards disappeared as Alya suspected that this Scran Nacht had defeated them all on his own.

When things were getting darker due to her maturing body her masters were getting her to wear less and change the way she danced to promote her developing features when events changed. Scarn Nacht had enough of how the slaves were being treated so as Alya slept peacefully explosions went off rattling the palace. Events were happening too quickly for her to realise what was happening. She felt a hand grab her pulling her roughly as blaster bolts flew overhead. She did not understand what was happening until she felt the moonlight touch her face and a gentle night breeze flew through her hair. Scarn stood before her as he pushed her into a shuttle as he set an autopilot on. Furthermore he placed a pile of fresh clothes which was nothing like her usual slave wear. These clothes actually covered her body for once. Before leaving he placed an unusual blaster on the floor with an unusual helmet. She saw a bounty hunter wear something similar however it was different. He took his own helmet off as he wished her good luck as the shuttle began to fly away. That was the last she saw of him,and the first time seeing what was behind that mask.

The shuttle closed the ramp cutting him away from her view, she did not have the time to reply as the shuttle's thrusters powered up and began to hyperspace away. The shuttle left hyperspace landing down on an unfamiliar world. As the ramp lowered multiple people walked into it to see what this shuttle flew there. They all wore a helmet similar to the one Scarn had put in the shuttle and all had the same make of blaster pistol bolstered at their hip. What was presumed as the leader looked at the helmet and then at Alya offering out their hand to her saying 'Come with us, we will give you a new home and new life as well as teach you the ways of the Mandalorian.'

Personality and traits
Calm collected Feels every Shot matters and is shy