Character Name and possible aliases-
Danzlyra deFafnyr, Danz'lyra, Danz, Ghost of a Rose, Ghosted Rose, Ghost

Name / Aliases - Meanings and pronunciations
Danz-LEER-ah  Lyrical dancer.  She never sat still as a child, never plainly walked.  She danced, skipped, and hummed her way to every destination 

Born, cloned, hatched, or spawned
Born on Dathomir within the Nightsister's Clan to a mother who came from the Singing Mountain clan.  Danz was fathered by her mother's captured slave, the heir to the deFafnyr fortune. When her father escaped Dathomir, he kidnapped her and her mother and took them to his family on Dantooine, keeping Danz's mother prisoner until he could convince her she'd be happy being his wife instead of his Mistress.

Resides
Between the deFafnyr Vineyards in NE Dantooine and her private home deFafnyr Manor in Anggel Valley on Dantooine.


Profession(s)
Location Scout for HGS, heiress to deFafnyr Wine & Spirits (Also doing business as deFafnyr Vineyards)



Appearances- What does your character look like? Ex: Facial expressions they use often, and how tall are they.

• Vivid green eyes that glow when the light catches them right. 
• Pale blonde to whitish hair, long and usually loose in a wild mass of curls.
• Pale human tone skin with a slight peachy tint.
• Phermones scented of peaches and roses.
• Average height, hourglass built.  No skinny hips on this girl.  Full bust, full hips, small waist, long legs.
• Meticulously manicured and pedicured in whatever SWG would call french tips.
• Strong cheekbones
• Often cocks a sideways smile, apparently a family trait *shifts eyes and smirks at Tor*
• Is in her mid-thirties so she has a few crows feet and some laugh lines, and her skin gets dry.
• Her physical looks are modeled after Michelle Pfeiffer.
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Hair - Attributes to their hair, (if they have any). Ex: Does it fall in their face, is it usually kept up neatly or messy?

• A curly mess she tries to tame out of her face with a braid wrapped around it.

• She only speaks basic. Accent?  She drawls on occasion, sort of California surfer meets Texas. 
• *She does NOT have a squeeky pixie voice*
• She's an alto like poDanz *sticks tongue out at David*

    
How they Act - Is your character friendly? Are they mean until you know them well? Are they mysterious?
Generally happy, easily frustrated, can be impatient.  She got a late start in life coming out of an emotional trauma.  Friendly, dry sense of humor, risque.  Likes to tease. 

Faction(s) - Jabba, Imp Reb, etc

1. Neutral, not on the side of the rebels nor the Imperials, she is on the side of the innocent caught in the middle.
2. Apprentice of the Shadow Walkers 
3. Guilded to Holowood Galactic Studios
4. Supporter of the NJO  
5. Big time non-supporter of the old Jedi order, thought they were fools and has personal reasons for feeling that way. 

• Holowood Galactic Studios.
• Community members in Roleplayers Of Sunrunner.

• Racists, bigots, etc.

• Daddy
  

• none
  

• Beliall, and though she loathes him for he is all that is evil, Beliall is the one person that pushes her past fear and doubt.  His presence intensifies her resolve and determination to fight against evils.
• Slavers
• Imperial racists

Motivation(s) -

1. Protect the innocents caught in the crossfire of the war between the Rebels and the Empire.
2. Help free the slaves and relocate them
3. Stop the racism in the Imperial system whether from within the system or against it.
4. To get control over her force abilities, she has a long way to go on that one. She's still sneezing snowflakes.

1. Can be naive sometimes, way too naive for a woman her age.
2. She's a "Clothes Horse" and vain about her hair her nails.
3. Has a hard time understanding men. 
4. Has no real friends to speak of, she's been a loner for the last 20 years after an incident that left her emotionally scarred.  Has a hard time letting anyone really get close to her, though her cousin is doing wonders at helping her loosen up a bit. 
5. Because she's force sensitive, there's few people she can talk to about it, and keeping secrets just forces her even more into being a loner, and pushes away being able to be friends with most people. 

Skeleton(s) in the closet - things they want to keep secret.

• Force sensitive
• When she was only 13 she had an affair with a jedi knight that took advantage of her adolation of him.
• She witnessed Order 66 first hand, when she watched her jedi lover slain in front of her.
• Her spoiled rich girl persona and chasing the stormtroopers is an act.  Yes, she enjoyed those troopers when she was toying with them, but her motivation has always been to cultivate the presence of spoiled, rich, piece of fluff that is too empty headed to be considered dangerous to the law.  This keeps her under the radar of suspicion and gives her the freedom get around and to perform her tasks as Ghosted Rose.

Excerpt from "A Reason To Believe"

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“…it is a living thing…timeless…ageless…full of love and hate, pride and remorse, good and evil.  All these things balance within it.  All these things must balance within you.  It is where you came from, and where you will return.  It is the Force.”

The ghost of Eisabeau Rose reaches down and strokes her daughter’s hair.  “You are a piece of me, daughter of the Sisters.  I have faith you will understand with more than words, but within your heart.  I feel your understanding is closer now than it once was.  Your fear recedes and you allow the Force to flow though the body of your soul, much like the blood that flows through your physical body. Your Song of Mourning is coming to its end and a new song will begin.”

“Song of Mourning?” Danz’lyra asks her mother.

“Yes, my Danz.  This process has been a long one for you, but it is nearly complete.  Your first stanza played of Denial and Isolation, twenty years of denial and isolation.  You were always a singer of the Force.  Your Jedi knight took you from the childhood games we would play to practice your spirit’s voice and he showed you how to channel it in new ways.  But then his death, the purge of those that called themselves Jedi…you locked it away, muting the screaming, muting your song until you could no longer hear it.

“And then came Alderaan,” the ghost continued.  “Screams broke through your isolation, screams louder and more painful than the pain you hid within yourself.  When those screams shattered the frozen walls you isolated yourself with, your stanza shifted to a Passage in Anger.  You went hunting for those responsible for Alderaan. You hunted those that lived to cause more screaming among the innocent.  You turned your anger towards those, but the true anger was at yourself.  You wanted to hurt those causing the pain as though it would wash away the pain within yourself, but all you accomplished with it was to wash yourself in blood, nearly becoming the very thing you sought to destroy.  Do you understand this, daughter?”

Danz’lyra inhaled slowly, deeply, taking in the scent of roses.  Closing her eyes she released a long sigh that bathed the air before her in crystals of frost.  “Yes, I understand and I am shamed by it.”

“So you understand your third stanza, The Passage of Bargaining?” the ghost asks of her daughter. 

Danz’lyra nods, “I sought to give excuse for my actions.  I slaughtered as gleefully as those that I hunted.  I thought myself in control, hiding my murdering abandon in the cloaks of a champion to the innocent’s cause.  In my bargaining I thought myself robed in righteousness.”

“Three of the five stage of mourning, your song has completed, Denial and Isolation, Anger, and then Bargaining.  Do you understand the stanza you have been singing presently?” the ghost asks.

Danz’lyra narrows her eyes, searching the course of the last few weeks, playing back in her mind where her song has carried her.  “The fourth stage of mourning, Depression,” she answers.

“Yes, Depression is where your song has focused of late.  Feeling much like a cat hanging over water, yes? And feeling as though there is no hope…” the ghost chuckles and lightly tugs at her daughter’s chin to raise Danz’lyra’s head to face her. “It is a sad song, but still, it is but a part of a very long song that you have been living, and a song that is nearly over.  Cling to the Bridge of the song.  Cling to the one word that has bridged each and every chorus.”

As one, the mother and daughter speak together, “Balance.” They smile at each other and Eisabeau adds, “Find your Balance, and you will know peace.”

“The sun begins to shine within you again, Danz’lyra,” the ghosted mother continues, “I have not seen that sun in 20 years.  It will remain the cold sun of Winter, for you are a frosty, winter child.  Odd, yes?  That the spirit within you can hold so much warmth and yet it manifests physically in so much chill and ice?”  Eisabeau gestures to the dusting of snow that now encircles their place of meditation.  “Why?  It is the sharp sting of cold in the physical world that balances the intense heat of your passions in the spiritual plane.  Your passions run very hot, Danz’lyra, and so it takes an equally strong force of cold to create that balance for you.”

“In the end of this song, the fifth phase of mourning, and final verse of your Mourning Song, you will sing of Acceptance.  With this acceptance, the Song of Mourning will fade away and a new song will wake within you….or has that song already started to form?”  The ghost of Eisabeau Rose deFafnyr tilts her head and her daughter responds with the tilt of her own.  At once a slow half-cocked smile spreads within both their faces.  A thought passes between them, their eyes twinkling at each other.  “Oh really…” the ghost drawls. 

Danz’lyra's half-cocked grin suddenly beams into a broad and honest smile.  “You do not disapprove, Mother?”

“Disapprove?  Why would I?” the Ghost of Eisabeau asks.

“There are those that think…” Danz’lyra begins.

“And you care what they think?” Eisabeau interjects.

Danz’lyra shifts her eyes and then returns them to meet her mother’s own twinkling eyes.  “No…not really.”

“Good…very good.  Your father’s people disapproved not only of what I was, but also that I was 30 years your father’s senior.  Did he and I love each other any less?” Eisabeau asks.

“No, it made no difference between you.” Danz’lyra answers.

“This is just beginning between the two of you, my Danz.  There is no telling where it will go, or even if it will go anywhere at all, but do not let the chides of others dissuade you." 

The spirit of Eisabeau begins to fade but her parting words linger and echo within the mind of Danz’lyra, “Care not for boundaries such as age, color or species.  What lies within both of you knows of no such boundaries.  What lies within each of us is…timeless…ageless…it is a living thing…”