Name, Lacy “Lassie” Spedlinn.
A young woman with matured features, easily guessed to be in her mid to late twenties. Despite that, her clothes are often less than clean. She is often, almost always seen wearing an old jacket that looks to be a few sizes above her fit; with a faded colour it begrudes many stitches that cover up what may only be guessed to be tears. Perhaps its former owner was a boyfriend? It’s the easiest guess of the jacket’s origins, considering that the rest of her clothing is well kept and without tears, however marked with an oil stain here and there, especially on her gloves.
She usually keeps a trusty companion at her side, her blaster pistol that she’s named “Gem”. As a Tomboy at heart, she tends to display an occasionally unsafe measure of competivity. Welcoming and friendly; it’s a rare moment when she has absolutely nothing to say, no cheeky comment or even a sarcastic remark.
Raised by her grandparents, an upper-class family on Corellia, Lacy was born into a fortunate upbringing. However, her thought to-be life of luxury was not what it would seem from the outside. In fact, as she grew up in the bustling Coronet City it became a life of responsibility, in which she was occasionally reminded of how her mother found herself in unsavoury company and became addicted to spice as a method to scare Lacy away from such things. Additionally, her grandparents–primarily her grandmother–endeavoured to keep Lacy’s time occupied with academic matters.
Many of her hours were spent learning and studying, despite Lacy’s ever growing desire for adventure. In her teen years she was apprenticed to a shipwright, it became expected that Lacy would spend her future in Corellia’s famed starship industries. Starships was something that she had a nack for, mechanics and engeering was in her blood. Her mother studied it, her grandfather studied it and many generations back her family still studied it; the Spedlinns almost always worked with starships wherever they would find themselves. Whether pilots, engineers, or even officers in the Republic Navy–they longed for the crafts that would take beings to the stars.
As she went further into her teen years, Lacy’s desire for freedom led her to sway away from her grandmother’s restrictions. She began seeing someone who was a few years her senior and a short relationship came of it, only to be shot down by Lacy’s grandmother. Irritated, Lacy began to feel a desire to break her grandmother’s rules. However, it was a desire that began to settle until she found another who she was attracted to. At this point, Lacy endeavoured to keep the relationship as secret as she may, but her boyfriend also played a part in influencing her. He worked as a young man in the shipyards by day, but by night he would often go thrill-seeking; attending night clubs, cantinas, and most influencially to Lacy: illegal swoop races through Coronet’s City streets. Lacy enjoyed his habits and she verily enjoyed the swoop races. Around then, she already knew a great deal about swoopers, speeders; the fixing of which and how they worked. She was also working on her pilot’s license in her free time and that was progressing well. However, she knew how to pilot speeders and would indulge in those thrills.
It wasn’t long before Lacy’s grandmother approached her on the matter of her coming home late, it resulted in an argument which had Lacy tested for any kinds of spice in her system. They only ever found alcohol, which in resulted in a long talk about alcoholism and other things related. It became clear that her grandmother acknowledged that Lacy was growing up and would pursue freedom in one form or another; therefore she was allowed to go out and enjoy recreations as long she proceeded to keep her priorities on her education and future. Which was easy enough for Lacy, despite her lust for thrills, she was fully bent onto her education–unable to deny how immensely she enjoyed them. Her apprenticeship was her study, her study was also her work: the combination provided her with a small income from CEC that she saved.
14 August 2015 / Aldred /