Not so Simple

Fiore

Baelevile is a half-breed. This would not prove itself a problem, except she is a Lesser half breed. Her father was human, and he managed to woo a Higher Life- a Dralekenai. Dralekenai are known for their pure white, glowing eyes and oddly colored hair, as well as their human like characteristics. The Dralekenai race is rather peaceful, and they cherish life and all that it is. Often, they keep to themselves and try not to get involved with the galactic politics.  Due to genetics, Baelevile stands at about five feet tall, with silvery purple hair sprawling down her back. Her ears are enlonged and pointy, while her skin tone is peachy tan. Her build is fit, and very human-like, but she has a Higher Life's strength. She has her mother's eyes, unchanging glowing white eyes. She does have her father's personality though, and is quite the little whippersnapper. 

That is enough for her looks, let us move on to her history now. Baelevile Twaix was not always known as so. See, the supreme law across the galaxies was that Lesser Lives could not reproduce with Higher Lives. Because of this, little Baelevile was kept a secret. Her mother never told her father. After she was born, her mother took her to the nearest orphanage and left her in a basket, with a simple note. A note that said nothing more than what the baby was. 

The babe was then named 'Baelevile' after the brand of basket she was found in. That does not mean the other children in the orphanage called her that. Oh no, the poor child was mercilessly made fun of by the other children for being a half-breed. And a lesser half-breed at that. The ophranage head didn't help much either. Mrs. Cretien wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world. She underfed and over punished the children, making life rather hellish. Baelevile was too small or too shy or didn't talk enough, and was always turned away by adopters. So when she turned eleven, she ran away. Easy, it really was, to stow away on a cargo ship. Except... when the cracker barrel she had eased herself into was opened, she discovered that she wasn't on a cargo ship, but an intergalactic pirate ship. And not just any pirate ship, mind you, but that belonging to Captain Gantu of Bercellinek, the most infamous pirate of all time.

The old pirate was rather impressed by the young whippersnapper and her brazen attitude. She was sassy and unafraid, and this intrigued the old fellow. Gantu told Bael that he was too tired to end her that night, but to expect a knife through the heart in the morning. Of course, the geezer never did harm her. Instead, she was trained to do his bidding. She was rather exceptional in the arts of thievary, and life went on like that for a good long while. Each night he would say "Good night Baelevile, sleep well. Expect a knife through you in the morning.." The relationship was odd, but he was the father she had never had. 

Of course, there is always an end to perfection, right? One day while the Depinnite was docked to restock supplies and sell off a few stolen goods on the planet Marchencrey, Authorities caught wind of their landing. Authorities filled the port and arrested the entire crew, along with Captain Gantu. Luckily, little Baelevile had been busy, pick pocketing the crowds of travelers down at the landings and was not caught. Life grew significantly harder for Baelevile, and she came to infamy. A name she had chosen for her very self, Fiore. She chose this name from the dead language of the Grei, a completely eradicated species of Higher Life. Across the galaxies now, the name Fiore can cause quite a stirring up. She is wanted in more than 54 major planets, and is known as a criminal. The bounty for her, dead or alive, is enough to make even a wealthy Higher Life choke on his expensive wine.