Name: Ti'llandra Morrick (Formerly Shysha)

Race: Twi'lek

Affiliation: Mandalorian

Home Planet: Ryloth.

Age: 32 Standard years.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 115lbs

Skin tone: Light Green.

Eye Color: Gold.

Biological parents: Deceased.

Adoptive parents: Caar and Anjilla Morrick

Occupation: Assassin/Bounty Hunter/Gun for Hire/Bodyguard/Soldier.

Clothing: Custom built Mandalorian armor (Gunmetal grey with Violet Embellishments and a black Body Suit underneath) With flexible armoring around the Lekku to keep it space worthy. Off job clothing includes a black and violet corset, dress pants and knee high nerf leather boots.

Tools of the trade: Twin CDEF Blaster pistols held in thigh holsters. Vibroblade Knuckler embedded in the right knuckle plate of her armor. And lastly a salvaged DC-17m interchangeable weapons system carried on magnetic plate in the back piece of the armor.

Personality: On the outside she is a calm, charming and even alluring woman, being very sociable and intimate with those around her and keeping them all fooled to what lurks just bellow that exterior. For underneath is an equally calm, calculating and efficient killer. Ti'llandra can be a bit distant to those not immediately involved in her work or life, but if you can prove that you're worth talking to she has been known to warm up to you with gentle slugs to the arm and dark humor.

Physical Description: She is an average sized Twi'lek woman with mostly soft and unblemished skin. Her face is quite attractive by most people's standards and she doesn't look a day over twenty years of age. She has a scar on her right cheek, her collarbone and in the middle of her abdomen (Usually covered by armor or clothing. She is a rather athletic looking woman but retains a feminine beauty and grace that is expected of most Twi'lek females as well as the seductiveness in the way she moves that all Twi'leks regardless of gender seem to possess.

History: Born to the harsh world of Ryloth five years prior to the clone wars, Ti'llandra was raised around battle, death, and horrific scenes. This heavily influenced her development in her early childhood, soon becoming desensitized to any form of violence as a part of everyday life. As with most young Ryloth girls, she was sold into slavery by her father to "protect her". Her master, a Trandoshan salvager named Hosshan Crediate, was far from a kind soul, beating her for simple salvage mistakes and starving her for his own amusement. This went on until the day of her 16th year of life when her master was boarded by a man in red and orange Mandalorian armor. The man, Caar Morrick, was there to collect on debt owed to his employer Arok the Hutt . When her master refused to pay, he was killed on the spot with a single slice of Caar's Vibroblade sword, decapitating the Trandoshan and destroying any ties Ti'llandra had left in the Galaxy. Caar, through pity or through charity, took her with him and towed along the ship for payment owed to Arok, the journey was long and interspersed with only light conversation between the slave girl and the Masked man. Caar delivered the ship and with that took her back to the Morrick homestead on Mandalore to nurse her back to health, adopting her to his clan in the process with his wife Anjilla as they had no biological children of their own. At first, Ti'llandra would not speak or come out of her room except to do her chores, cook, or use the refreshers. The couple worried that being around a slaver for so long had permanently damaged her trust in others and that she would remain this way for the rest of her life. It was after the first few months of living with the kind couple that she started to open up, much to their surprise, able to speak in short conversations and look them in the eyes when she did so. This improvement continued to advance until she was able to carry out full conversations with them and show her emotions to them, to joke and laugh and feel happy again. It was almost half a year before she could go out publicly and the first trip ended in her cowering back in the speeder after a salesman had tried to have her enter his shop. With time, things got better and with encouragement from her parents and a little bit of mustered confidence, she was able to go to the markets by herself and speak fondly with the people there, still wary of outsiders, but feeling safe enough around them to speak freely.
Caar soon took her under his wing so to speak and began to train her as all fathers of Mandalore trained their sons and daughters. It was a brutal task, one that he hated to put her through and made his heart ache as he watched her relive the memories of pain as a slave. The training was harsh, Ti'llandra was showing signs that she couldn't handle it and started to revert back to her quieter , shy personality. But one morning the day before her 18th Birthday, Caar was surprised to see her training, disassembling weapons and puting them back together with a determination and fire he had never seen in her before, when asked what had brought about the change, she simply replied "I have lived in fear all of my life, if I do not do this, I am not fit to be your daughter, nor am I fit to be a daughter of Mandalore because nothing but fear will rule me." . Her answer of course shocked him, this once shy girl was becoming aware of her own shortcomings and instead of resigning herself to live with them, she was taking the steps to make sure she would conquer them and better herself. Caar could not have been happier once his shock left him, taking her in an embrace and promising her that he would make her a true Daughter of Mandalore. And so began her seven years of intense training in culture, weapons, fighting, starship piloting and anything else that she would learn with great hunger for more. She was a quick study, learning and improving everything that he taught to her, making Caar grow more and more proud with each passing day. But his proudest day, was the one where she completed her own armor, hand forged and crafted piece by piece by her, It held the family crest on her chest plate and held the shoulder pauldron of his wife's armor. She had learned a great deal from him, and he had in turn learned of the resiliency of the woman who now stood before him, ready to make him proud. After a long farewell party and a celebration of her crafting of armor, she left to pursue a career like her fathers, becoming a well known warrior and assassin that brought pride to her family name.