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Name: Eryka
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Ethnic Origin: Jurean Human
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Description: Eryka is somewhat of a badass. She gets into trouble and doesn't
really care about anything. She can be nice, kind, and even caring if you've known her
for a while. She has dark brown hair, usually in a ponytail down her neck, and dark
eyes. She usually wears her army camoflauge stuff with combat boots.
Brief History: Eryka was originally born on Jurea. Both her parents died very early in
her life; they were both victims of murder. Eryka was then taken in by an old man
who was far from kind. He forced her to train every day, and expected from her 10
times more than she was capable of. When she finally improved her skills to his
standards, he upped them and made her train even harder. Eventually, he sent her off
to a nearby planet for two reasons. The first was to finally be rid of the girl, and the
second was to help fight in a war on another nearby planet. She fought hard, and
witnessed many deaths. It was a horrible scene; the enemy would attack anyone,
including civillian children. She had a bad attitude, so eventually, the inevitable
happened; Eryka got into a one-on-one fight with the enemy's best warrior. He basically
kicked her ass so bad she could have died. She was then sent home to the old man,
who resumed her training, harder than before, the instant she was able to get up and
walk around again. When she was almost back to 100%, the man again sent her away,
this time to an army service on Jurea, her home planet. Here, the leaders were
corrupted, and forced her to train much harder than she was capable of, sometimes in
15 hour intervals, with little more than a single 5 minute break. She soon got sick of this
and simply grabbed what little things she had, and left in the middle of the night; she
didn't even bother to change out of her camoflauge gear which would give her away
if she was seen by a civillian. She travelled all night, and most of the next day, until
she found the Xeno Wars dojo. She watched it from afar and, aside from the odd man or
woman entering covered in blood, it seemed like a place where she would be welcome
and be appreciated for her abilities.
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